Does not matter, when she was last seen,
Does not matter, how long it has been,
The feeling is always alive fresh and ever green,
Like a white and pure newly born dove,
This is my definition of first love.
I saw her today,and I became younger again,
Moments lasted for a couple of seconds, and said the brain,
"Now, its all in vain", "you have already lost the train"
My heart felt a sudden pain.
Then I boosted myself, to be happy,
To love the moments and memories,
To remember and appreciate those reveries.
The last three lines, look so optimistic,
And pragmatic, but they are the most problematic.
Everyone makes a compromise, to let go,what is gone,
But the feelings cannot go, as I am human, and not a stone.
www.himantguptaworld.com
Does not matter, how long it has been,
The feeling is always alive fresh and ever green,
Like a white and pure newly born dove,
This is my definition of first love.
I saw her today,and I became younger again,
Moments lasted for a couple of seconds, and said the brain,
"Now, its all in vain", "you have already lost the train"
My heart felt a sudden pain.
Then I boosted myself, to be happy,
To love the moments and memories,
To remember and appreciate those reveries.
The last three lines, look so optimistic,
And pragmatic, but they are the most problematic.
Everyone makes a compromise, to let go,what is gone,
But the feelings cannot go, as I am human, and not a stone.
www.himantguptaworld.com
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