we fought for a sip of water
from the fairest of hands
I saw till that date in Sonemarg
it was an autumn afternoon
sky was illuminated with the setting sun
your face was glowing like a red apple
and we became really thirsty
when I was drinking the water
my friend tried to snap a picture
but you fled like a doe covering your face
with a muslin dopatta revealing your sharp looks
that convey love anguish and betrayal at the same time
which can kill any soul on Earth
was that my first love which still haunts me
in my dreams in my lone moments
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Lovely sentiments, Rajkumar...............
First Love always remain alive in our heart..
very delicately and fondly expressed...
First love or infatuation whatever you call it always leaves imprint in deep part of brain and inner most core of heart.It always haunts you in lone moments.We can also call it unrequited love........10+++++....
yes first love sometimes is the last love
lovely write dear Raj Kumar
(do read mine THE SUN)
First love never dies they say even you have separate ways.......lovely creation, well said...10
You have captured a beautiful moment in time and that too, so well. Thanks!
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