First Love

We were a classmate from the first standard.

She behaves peculiarly in the class, With no emotions,

And she was the most fluent in labs,

Even the bank benches, seeks her attention.

Many of them hated her a lot.

My friends used to make fun of me when I describe her.

Indeed, she remains complex at times.

As we progressed, the ladder of education.

She split herself, as siblings, to make her self presentable.

All three were attractive, with their personality.

She was the most beautiful, out of all.

It was during high school, where my attention turned to her.

My Mam pointed to her and resolved our cold delusion and asked me to start adoring her, not just the glance.

We became friends, cleared the exam, and we moved on.

She accompanied me to an extent, then she left me physically but not from the heart.

She stays immortal in all forms of education.

There are magazines written about her,

Where she gives poses on the front page, and the breakthrough she does in the industry.

Life doesn’t survive without her.

At times, she is pure distilled,

At times, she is pungent,

At times, she is poisonous,

At times, she is Ph4,

At times, she iterative,

At times, she is salt analysis.

When someone falls in love, they call chemistry.

For some, lover itself chemistry.

No subject is tiresome if you start enjoying it, rather than just reading it for the sake of marks.

Marks and grades come up when you start liking a subject.