My First Poem, First Date Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

I remember my first poem
Much as I do my first date.
They both like season's first rain came—
Filled with dreams deft and delicate,
Both like fist raindrops losing track,
As I remember the past back:
A lot of thunder and lightning,
In autumn and fall, dreams of spring!

Every raindrop losing its track
Helped me learn what I lacked,
Each dream lost in the dust
Whetting my passion's lust!
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Reminiscing | 10.03.2020 |
Topic: poem, dream, remember