Standing behind the curtain
I knew the magnificence of the canopy
Can never be viewed through the gaps between curtain.
But as something is better than nothing
I stare at those few stars, stare, stare, blink & stare.
I'm just another damsel in distress
Who had fallen in love with night, not knight.
I cannot go out to see him,
although he comes to my doorstep,
windowpanes, after the Sun sets.
I cannot go out though, as it's night.
Oh! If only you could read between the lines..