My First Lady Love Poem by J S Shankar

We met on a lucrative bet,
Which our sad love symphony set.
Let go in whoopy flashback,
Which again us on same track pack.
First we met on departmental set,
Those innocent eyes were eager to chat.
Those mascara coated eyes,
Were enough to fix the fragile ties.
Her crew-cut hair and gaudy smile,
Well enough to make delusive pile.
Monsoon was on full-flower,
My heart agog to climb the tower.
It gone long till I finally chanted,
My dreams single handly haunted.
In foolish manner I bowed,
Her ignorance she showed.
I recollected my boiling heart-veins,
Now flood came in her hearty dales.
My lady love finally melted,
Like stones in Kashmir valley pelted.
Says I am now hers hero,
My creativity gives her power veto.
Either she passionately loved me?
Or falsely her eyes flipped over me?
I cleanly knitted spousal dress,
She rudely did it press.
Says familial threads so tight,
Along with she can't fight.
I said, have u loving guts?
Answer came in stout buts...
Are love's threads so weak?
Like others set life of wick...
May be first love goes in vain,
So I shant much it fan.....
Girls are skilful character,
Nobody knows their X-factor.....