I lay down on the roof,
drinking the years old wines,
the full moon in dark sky,
somehow resembles you.

You had many admirers,
oh! I was one of them,
which included many strong warriors,
though, I wasn't between them.

Under the plum blossom tree,
the wind that played with your silky hairs,
and that elegant gesture of yours,
gave a sight of fairy land.

Whenever there was a competition,
you would come running with a smile,
cheering for a person,
though that person wasn't me.

You don't know how much,
I like seeing you,
I could give my everything,
just to make you smile.

One day, I mustered my courage,
and decided to confess,
but till the time I went to you,
you already became someone's wife.

That day I realised,
I was some nobody among your admires,
I never regretted liking you,
as it was a wonderful experience.

But still it broke my heart,
because it wasn't me,
who would be with you,
for the rest of your life.

From that day onwards,
those years old wines,
moon in the night sky,
were my only companions.

Now, I drink everyday,
to reduce the pain in my heart,
but still even after many years,
I can't get over you.
© komal