::- A story of First Love -::
It happens usually
In theatres, cafes and classrooms;
She looks into His eyes
And gives a small smile,
And She knows
She has found her game,
In no time.
'How easily they are fooled' she thinks,
And when going home
She winks.
And He finds himself nowhere on earth. He says,
'For my smartness, I've got something.'
He knows too,
What comes cheap
Is lost unnoticed,
And he tries to forget
Her feminine aroma,
Her cute smile and the wink.
Never does the parched earth
Forgets the touch of first drops,
No matter how many floods She sees,
Or how many draughts.
And the boy waits for her
With eternal hope.
Happy for once he was loved;
Keeps waiting honestly
For His first love.
By-Vinod
--
regards: Vinod Jadhav
" www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "
In theatres, cafes and classrooms;
She looks into His eyes
And gives a small smile,
And She knows
She has found her game,
In no time.
'How easily they are fooled' she thinks,
And when going home
She winks.
And He finds himself nowhere on earth. He says,
'For my smartness, I've got something.'
He knows too,
What comes cheap
Is lost unnoticed,
And he tries to forget
Her feminine aroma,
Her cute smile and the wink.
Never does the parched earth
Forgets the touch of first drops,
No matter how many floods She sees,
Or how many draughts.
And the boy waits for her
With eternal hope.
Happy for once he was loved;
Keeps waiting honestly
For His first love.
By-Vinod
--
regards: Vinod Jadhav
" www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "
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