What your first love brought in you,
A kind of sooth and peace in you,
Not a single reason will found in way,
Still will lost in them night and day,

With a smile plaster on face,
Heart will beat like running in a race,
The cheesy talks will never leave their mouth,
However it always happen mostly in youth,

The first love will realise the feeling that is untold, unheared or unspoken,
Sometimes its effect made you broken,
The consequences may never came in mind,
In love everything seems right,.



© Ankita Mishra