Ages ago it was a twinkle in life
Having going through the first love
The young puppy love that had little know-how
Of what are life, attraction and love
Someone coming to my ear lobe
And whispering that love in globe
Just gave a jerk hitherto plain life
Wish it were my life and his wife
Following me on the old bicycle
Commenting on the uniform I wore
Whistling around on the swaying hair
Hitting slightly as no fault of his and fair
Baking together the finest Christmas cake
Eating the sumptuous food he used to make
Walking beside the river and an old lake
Cannot believe it was all gone and fake
Sitting across the Helapuri locks
Chatting stories of unending talk
Feeding popcorn to the visiting doves
Chasing away the disturbing crows
Hiding behind the trees if passers by
The first man's touch is never to die
The little love of buying jasmines
The Christmas corals and dramatics
The little coffee bites that we shared
And sitting on his cycle as he cared
Listening the flowing tunes of his guitar
Created a flavor for all this in my life at par
Had it not been to fight the fates bad
Together seeing the passing away of Dad
We would have cherished this first love affair
Thinking of the person who shared the first fare
On his birthday as he celebrates far away and apart…
Away and apart, yet first love remains afresh in my heart…
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