When I Was Infatuated In Class Eighth... - Poem by Mahfooz Ali
As I sat in the school lounge,
reading a covered book prior to class.
A picturesque beauty sat directly in front of me,
I faced her profile less than a yard away.
Her loose curly locks and azure eyes,
conveyed existence and liveliness,
in this otherwise gloomy space.
I glanced down at my digital watch,
and abruptly realized class was soon to start.
I leaned down to my schoolbag on the floor in front of me,
and swiftly placed my textbook in.
As I closed my schoolbag and looked up,
she was now leaning towards me
asking for some unknown question,
her face only inches within mine.
I could feel her warm breath on my hair,
our eyes met, my heart was pounding.
Seconds felt like hours lost in time,
time here had lost of meaning,
time had no meaning here.
I walked away not saying a word,
her beauty forever burned in my mind.....
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