I Am Not Your First Love Poem by Satarupa Rudrapal
I Am Not Your First Love
I am not your first love
I didn’t taste your first
Youthful ardour,
I didn’t feel your first sweetness
When you came to me
You were bruised and broken
You had lost your freshness
Lost your ardour and
And those endless dreams.
You were disillusioned and dry
You had lost all expectations
From love and life.
But I remoulded you,
Rekindled a new hope in you
For love and life.
And before it was too late
I became your second love.
Satarupa means 100 different forms in my language. I went throgh one of those. It is quite nice reading you. Please read ' Love and life' a poem of mine
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
4/23/2024 2:48:30 AM # 1.0.0.1119
But I remoulded you, ...the most striking ever lines..never i saw a westernized or actually western woman say this....pure sacrifice and oriental indian impression for what womanhood is idolized there for....10++++ again..