When I Kissed You For The First Time Poem by Ravi Kopra

Tears come to my eyes when I come
To this high hill in Darjeeling
It is the same lonely hill
The same old big stones and rocks
We used to sit on breathless
While climbing up the hill
Watching the swallows in blue skies
And hearing songs of nightingales from
The flowering mango grove down the hill.

A plum tree stood here
Now it is gone
It was here under the tree when
I kissed you for the first time.

You were in the blue chiffon blouse
blue jeans and I in khakis
White fluffy clouds sailed in the vast blue sky.
Wisps of cool breeze ruffled your long black hair
You tossed them aside and I looked into
Your brown big eyes. My lips were quivering
As they approached yours, you closed your eyes
I held you gently in my arms, kissed you and sighed
We promised we will never leave each other.

I had to come to Kalamazoo, Michigan
For my tech training and your old
Fashioned father could not wait
He married you to a geek from the south
And you took it as your destiny.

My love, I cannot forget you
I cannot forget this hill, the stones, the rocks
The swallows in blue skies, the nightingales' songs
And the plum tree that stood here two summers ago.