My first love I’v forever lost!
I sit hushed, endure the cost.
Gone she! to the merry ways
In other arms she now sways.
Vacant rantings at muse’s shrine
Oh! I ail for her smile to shine
Left me tattered, hollow an bare
As she giggles to the Sunday fair
What? the promises that she made!
By the windmill, chewing a blade
Eyes I saw were gleaming twinkles,
Enchanting smile, an those dimples.
Lay there us for hours on end
Promising she, her hand to lend
My heart is broken and it bleeds
Crushed like our bedding reeds
O’ why she whispered all those lies?
O’ why can’t she hear my cries?
Ecstasy’s traded, given me gloom
Forsaken world that sent me doom?
Why ought this; happen to me?
I surmise! Should I really be?
Shall she mourn, as I’m no more?
Or pluck the fruits, by her door
(Islamabad)
(April 20,2009)
I felt your heart as I read...indeed a beautiful piece, thanx...
Losing a love is never easy. I enjoyed reading this piece. Well penned. xox Cherri
Sailing in the same boat :) A person can only become a good poet if he has experienced pain in life. A great poem.
First love is folly as here one side infatuation alchemy worked… Had it been in synergy…in full one hundred present…separation is impossible… Here poet express jilts, spurns …and fifty percent [poet’s heart though he gave hindered] percent] of fiancée comes to zero percent…a nice poem on jilt 10 Ms. Nivedita UK
My heart is broken and it bleeds Crushed like our bedding reeds O’ why she whispered all those lies? O’ why can’t she hear my cries? Heart breaking sad story, sounds familiar to mine....never mind!
first love, is always one and only, in words and feelings.it is a extrordinary experiencein life.great poem. ritty
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is the fate of all first loves, friend, nice write.10