First Love

Your smile
promissory
with secrets of life
let go my felucca mind.

Took you to beyond the deep blue sky
to an oasis of thirsty Bedouin
to a home at the jib of half moon
heavenly jasmine I made proud to your hair
and rehearsed the simple three words
thousand times to your photo
but dumb I remained
in front of you
only to say
a courteous,
“Hello, how are you? ”

by Goutam Hazra

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