i met him, i liked him.....and i wantd to win him
but i knew for so thinking i was wrong.
coz love is not winning...its not a whim
of sudden passion, but a lamp burnt long
enough to warm and melt from within
and make it loud, bold and strong.

maybe it took me too long to realize
that and i took it all for granted
and thought what he most prized
was me.but my love tree had a stunted
growth with nothing that could revitalize
the broken boughs,fallen i fainted.

but the irony is........i dont want to come to senses
i dont want to leave all behind
i know for me there is no bed of roses
i m ready to bear, i no longer mind.