FIRST LOVE
we fought for a sip of water
from the fairest of hands
I saw till that date in Sonemarg
it was an autumn afternoon
sky was illuminated with the setting sun
your face was glowing like a red apple
and we became really thirsty
when I was drinking the water
my friend tried to snap a picture
but you fled like a doe covering your face
with a muslin dopatta revealing your sharp looks
that convey love anguish and betrayal at the same time
which can kill any soul on Earth
was that my first love which still haunts me
in my dreams in my lone moments
Rajkumar-Mumbai
Rajkumar Mukherjee
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