First Love Poem by Jaya Das

Like the flesh of an unripened fruit
The look of an unworn suit.

Like the gleam of a polar star
Unstretched strings of a guitar

Like an open treasure box
A key without any lock

Like the reckless waves of a sea
Balmy shade of a banyan tree

Like the night full moon
When an unfortunate recieves a boon

Like a new baby born
The stem of a rose bearing thorns

Like the white snow shimmering in the sun
My first love shines and I feel warmth without getting burn.