My first experience,
My first day at school,
And I saw him,
Standing near the door,
Checking out his name.
Intrigued by him,
I walk past slightly conscious,
Months later, chirpy,
Playing the poking game,
‘Oi!’, the target yelped, the same boy.
His sweet oval face,
Incurved with utmost care,
As that of angel,
For him to steal my heart,
Flying away with it.
Years later I met him again,
All the fantasies thrown back at me,
But now I am no longer,
Some little enthralled girl,
Having crush over some hunk.
Mentally smacking myself,
I smile inwardly,
At the secret,
The secret of my fond crush,
And I am unable to help that blush.
My first crush,
He passes by me,
Talked with me,
Hanged around with his girl,
But the enviousness didn’t return.
My heart now, didn’t pinch,
I didn’t turn green,
But I smiled knowingly,
Knowingly, that it was fondness,
And not love, but still beautiful.
One of the color of life,
And I am no longer afraid to admit,
That love is beautiful,
Fondness is equally breathtaking,
My smile just widened,
As I recall my first crush.
Khwaish
