On the day first when I saw him
He was playing with his friends
He looked at me by the corner of his eyes
I just opened my book and started to read
On the day second when I saw him,
He was standing along the street and
Looked in to my eyes for a moment
My mind bloomed and face turned to red
Yes, I felt my first love
On the day three when I saw him
He handed over a red rose to me
And said 'I love you''
I drifted up and scared to look at his face
On the day fourth when I saw him
He was waiting for the school bus
when bus arrived he got inside first and
kept a gap for me on his seat,
I went near him and filled the space
We smiled each other, yes my first love
Now bus stopped we ran to our classes, that was my 2nd standard.
Aswathi
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
How cute it is.i jus loved it.proud of you.nice n innocent recollection