Looking at them,dancing and singing,in the embrace of each other,
She could only feel haunting lonliness..
As her parents cheered for her brother and his fiance,
As her best friend talked to some new girl he met..
In the loud noise,she smiled in the drunk melancholy..
Looking at the stars wondering just how long was this life going to be,
And how much more could she bear..
May be she was a clown,who when put on the mask with various colours,
Could be seen,could spread life,could spread joy,could spread smile..
But behind the face of clown,lied someone drunk on melancholy,
Often blank,as if an empty paper,without any colour..
As if an empty recorder,without any voice .
She could still see the dance,could hear the music .
But she was drunk .
In melancholy..
