The Feeling Of First Love

Immature, selfless and love.

The easy I say,

The hard it appears.

A love without condition,

A feeling with emotions.

During those intervals,

When teachers used to change classes,

And we used to exchange our gazes,

Though, you were in 3rd row in the middle,

And I was in last, the same adjacent side of you,

Until then,

I didn't know,

How it is to trade sights?

How do I and thy feel after the holdings

And in between those deep study of our eyes?

That same area of washbasin,

Where you just now washed your hand,

The fourth time,

And when we met and it was your fifth,

We talked a little,

Without words,

But with written letters this time,

You gave me yours,

And I mine.

Amidst of all the odds,

We were arranged together,

For the test which was a surprise,

For us and for our emotions.

In middle of all the things,

You asked me for a pen,

And instead of slipping it in thou hands,

We touched fingers,

The very first time.