Love

FIRST LOVE 
 
we fought for a sip of water 
from the fairest of hands 
I saw till that date in Sonemarg 
 
it was an autumn afternoon 
sky was illuminated with the setting sun 
your face was glowing like a red apple 
and we became really thirsty 
when I was drinking the water 
my friend tried to snap a picture 
but you fled like a doe covering your face 
with a muslin dopatta revealing your sharp looks 
that convey love anguish and betrayal at the same time 
which can kill any soul on Earth 
 
was that my first love which still haunts me 
in my dreams in my lone moments 
 
Rajkumar-Mumbai 
©Rajkumar Mukherjee