First Love Poem by Zillur Rahman Shuvro

First love is always colorful like rainbow
In whole life it plays hide-and-seek with lover's shadow.
It comes to man and woman like tempest
It comes to man and woman like river's chest.
A certain period it plays ping- pong, dives, swims
And makes dreams in the hope's desert
And then it flies away as bird breaking everybody's heart.
It appears in mind again and again in grey and lonely life
It's guessed when everybody will cross the fifty or fifty-five.
When it comes silently in one's mind, a little smile appears in end of the lips
And in the next moment there appears a drop of tear in end of the eyes.
Sometimes first love goes mistakenly to scorpions' ceremony
Yet the human being brings up it into mind as sweet memory.