First love ~by Akshaya Kumar Das

 

 

First love

First love remains etched in memory,
Absence of the beloved in life’s rosary,

Ruminate the beloved in silent journey of life,
She does not come but her memories bite in rife,

Often the mind poses silent questions to the soul,
The cause & effect analysis cries in pain like the midnight owl,

The hooting voice shivers the surrounding ,
As if something unwanted is hounding,

In dense darkness her hoots from the hideout,
Her shrilled voice matches the agony hunt,

Till infinity the hide & seek game,
Continues to hunt the beloved’s name,

A seat inside the soul remains vaccant,
Years of memories hurting the sentiment,
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(c) Akshaya Kumar Das 15/5/2016