First Love...One And Only Poem by saadat tahir

First Love...One And Only

Rating: 5.0


My first love I’v forever lost!
I sit hushed, endure the cost.

Gone she! to the merry ways
In other arms she now sways.

Vacant rantings at muse’s shrine
Oh! I ail for her smile to shine

Left me tattered, hollow an bare
As she giggles to the Sunday fair

What? the promises that she made!
By the windmill, chewing a blade

Eyes I saw were gleaming twinkles,
Enchanting smile, an those dimples.

Lay there us for hours on end
Promising she, her hand to lend

My heart is broken and it bleeds
Crushed like our bedding reeds

O’ why she whispered all those lies?
O’ why can’t she hear my cries?

Ecstasy’s traded, given me gloom
Forsaken world that sent me doom?

Why ought this; happen to me?
I surmise! Should I really be?

Shall she mourn, as I’m no more?
Or pluck the fruits, by her door

(Islamabad)
(April 20,2009)

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sadiqullah Khan 27 April 2009

This is the fate of all first loves, friend, nice write.10

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Nasreen Dawood 27 April 2009

I felt your heart as I read...indeed a beautiful piece, thanx...

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Pied Piper Berry 03 May 2009

Losing a love is never easy. I enjoyed reading this piece. Well penned. xox Cherri

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Ruth Walters 09 May 2009

A broken heart, so sad and this poem so good. Ruthy

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Reshma Ramesh 10 May 2009

some how no one can escape this............lovely write........

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Meena Mustafa 05 July 2012

Sailing in the same boat :) A person can only become a good poet if he has experienced pain in life. A great poem.

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Ankita Sharma 16 March 2010

nice poem liked reading it

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Nivedita Bagchi SPC UK 27 December 2009

First love is folly as here one side infatuation alchemy worked… Had it been in synergy…in full one hundred present…separation is impossible… Here poet express jilts, spurns …and fifty percent [poet’s heart though he gave hindered] percent] of fiancée comes to zero percent…a nice poem on jilt 10 Ms. Nivedita UK

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Rehana Nazli 11 August 2009

My heart is broken and it bleeds Crushed like our bedding reeds O’ why she whispered all those lies? O’ why can’t she hear my cries? Heart breaking sad story, sounds familiar to mine....never mind!

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Ritty Patnaik 28 July 2009

first love, is always one and only, in words and feelings.it is a extrordinary experiencein life.great poem. ritty

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