First Love My Last Love Mango's
Mango's
When I first saw you from my backyard
The first time I planted a Mango seed
That eye contact I still remember,
A nine-year-old boy with heavy luggage,
I smiled for your dangerous dog,
Your family remained as sweet as mine,
I looked you differently and you look me silently,
Neighbours studied together the same school,
I can remember your childhood as mine,
Age fifteen, I went to New York but you eternally lived in me, remember that mango tree now it has grown up as your love,
The sign, the street and your window,
Love waited a lot as a slot and I looked at you after seven years,
You changed but your love... is more strong
Seven years are like centuries and waiting is now killing me,
Both look the nature's screen,
We are together as soul and we too close,
Remember the mango tree now you both taste same,
Tender and sweet now I can taste both of you.
My first love is my last love...
Copyright © Deepu Bharti | Year Posted 2021
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