Her First Love Poem by Sarmad Mughal

She's beautiful but, mistrusted
Broken inside, badly hurted
She never loved, she know she wasn't
She even cried, not enough that wasn't
She was so strong but, somewhere too shy
Can't live without nor she wanna die
Her first love has gone
With whom she planned babies and home
Eyes full of tears, heart full of fears
People left her, who meant to be her dears
Like a luxury interior in a broken car
She's nothing inside just a skelton so far
She can't sleep at nights, can't weap in a day
Like sun shine at nights, moon light in a day
People, making fun of her
They can't understand all over
Because, they never got hurt by the first love.