Poem – My First Love
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It was first day of college
The day my eyes fell on you first, was breezy
You came in an expedite to class, as your hair flow freely
Your dark hair was cascading like as waterfall
Your sinister smile was its sword which could not be explained in single word
Your eyes were looking as dark as castle situated in moat by midnight
You were glowing like a star
I was swept off by that magnificent first sight
She was the one, echoed my silly thought
It was like a fairy tale came into reality and I was stunned
That serene face of yours got imprinted on my mind
Days passed and I started staring at you, whenever I get a chance.
Not knowing I was into some sort of mental trance
I started liking whatever you like, forgetting what I need
I changed myself so that you would give me a little heed
Sometimes you caught my eyes, leaving me embarrassed
I felt the real pain of unrequited love as I was ignored
And one day, you made my heart leaps as you smiled at me
I still remember that wonderful moment of glee
You occupied my sleepless nights as I dreamt with my eyes open
Thinking that you liked me too, but alas I was wrong and waken
As I came to know, you liked him, more handsome than me
I told myself it’s not true and I refused to believe
The pain was awful and left me with a scar
Within me I was forced to a tacit war
It was not easy to get over those frozen memories
I began mending my broken heart with other thoughts
I was happy for you and want you to be happy always
I felt you deserved a person like him, as you are too good for me
As time heals everything, I became a new being
And life gave me a new meaning
It’s just infatuation, I’ve undergone and not real love
I was too juvenile to discern between the two
I took a wrong decision in having fallen for you
Maybe you are not the right girl for me in God’s point of view
I had not loved anyone in all my life as you
True love would never make you to force a change
It accepts you, as the real you, whatever you are
However it is real true, that first love will not be forgotten
Not as a loss for me, but as the one to strengthen me
May be, the real one born for me is yet to come
I keep waiting, my fingers crossed for her, her dame
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Thanks
Parveen Kumar Sahrawat
