First Love Poem by BONGOKOBIDA ZAKARIA

First Love



In a full moon light we became absconding
With deep love hand in hand we were walking

We were walking at sand bank quietly
Dew of midnight had mixed proudly

Till now I feel the first night of coming together
Like decaying moon I posse’s memory's luster

Loving stone, like spring eyes go on crying.

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