FIRST LOVE
Bobbed hair, short of frame
Big black eyes, heavy of breast
Honey sweet smile,***** of name
Beautiful was she, my lady love
It was on a summers day,
It was on a lazy noon,
No class and all at play
Langorous eyes held me long
Smiles exchanged and dimples deepened
Love was born and it seemed for long
Transient is life, so is love
Met her last on the 14th of June
Letters written and promises given
Lack of time so busy am I
Is it apathy or times toll
What ails her my hearts mistress?
Vinod Natesan
1986 Trivandrum
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