My First Love
My First love, forgotten me simply!
by Aftab Alam
Sweet dream! You dance in my mind
My thought bread, my pain crisply
Bloom charming flower, I am so kind.
I made a history on your mystery
Accepted the fate, made faith calm
Blithe spirit, I still love you, blistery
Ah! Soul can’t be touched by palm.
What harm to me, if no careful arm
It is not manifestation, it’s my feeling
Your petal lips and easeful hug; warm
Satisfaction to body and soul, swirling
What love, if doesn’t ease or give pain
I am not behind, whether, lose or gain