Infatuation

I School bag, blue shirt, hair parted on the right, Dal-rice, clock ticking away in delight; Cycles stop, wagons with seasonal crop, Get to her class before the gates shut tight. II The obsession froths beyond the eavesdrop, Secrecy brews a moral of Aesop; Friends don't yet know, the fear that the eyes show, Grows the need to shout it from the rooftop. III Geography is boring, the maps tow Useless details such as where's Kosovo; It's all pretense, the absorption intense, But her attention sets the world aglow. IV The wistful heart struggles to make some sense And accept pain at misery's expense; Then her comment, and the motives ferment, The surging tide sweeps over the heart's fence. V Evening is drunk with sunlight, the day's spent, Menthol erases the cigarette scent; She fades from sight, the mundanities write, A long ride back under the clouds' intent. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Date: 24 / 10 / 2016 One of the reasons I used present tense is, for me this is a memory trapped in time, like a photograph. A day in life from simpler time.