not a victor

my ramadhan is leaving
leaving with a slow goodbye
leaving with a heart longing
for ramadhan to stay
stay, stay a bit longer

if only time is in my hands
would i turn them back all over again
a servant at a losing end
a servant at a losing end

my syawal is only grief
grieving with a sad welcome
grieving with a heart longing
for syawal to come
come, come a bit later

but time is not in my hands
there is no turning them back all over again
a servant at a yearning still
a servant at a yearning still

have i lost this ramadhan?
shall i yearn for syawal?
and when ramadhan meets syawal
i am no victor.

forgive me Lord