Fragrance

Petrichor 

Fills my breath, 

Claims to have the best fragrance, 

But I deny. 

Rose 

Fills my breath 

And arrogantly looks at me 

To declare her 

Fragrance the best, 

But I deny.

But when you pass by me, 

Even not looking at me, 

The zephyr and I suck 

The best fragrance of yours.

I warn zephyr 

Not to interfere in my life, and 

She smiles each time 

To say

'Can't I play second fiddle 

To your lover?'