My Adolescence

Poem By Bichitra Anand

My first love
Nothing, but a first aid,
A warm relief
To an injury, a shock
To me
Called Adolesence.

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A warm relief To an injury, a shock To me Called Adolesence. Experience of the first love you have presented again with creative tone. thank you dear poetess. tony
Lucky you had the flesh and blood to feel it. Warmth builds on warmth all through life.


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