They say you never forget your first love,
They never got across, though did love,
Young immature minds drifted apart,
Without the realization of a loss or any hurt,
They grew up with their independent ways,
One through dim alleys and the other under bright rays,
Then one day they met on a cross road,
Can either one take the other on board?
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Write comment. Great poem, Amit. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thank you.