Daily I would think of her only always,
Whenever she was not seen,
That would create a hell for me,
I would brood over and worry,
My mind would be out of joy,
When she was seen one day,
My peace would be restored,
She would fill my dreams,
In my dreams, I would wander,
Without seeing her anywhere,
My heart would be damn sad,
I would wake up to feel hopeful,
In the college, in my books,
I would see her face only,
I would relish her thoughts,
While playing cricket also,
She would be kept in my mind,
During all the twenty four hours,
She was part and parcel of my mind,
When I was told she liked me not,
I had my untreated first depression,
Then I roamed like a dead fellow,
I could not reconcile that state,
I was like a leaky boat on a stormy sea,
That first love is always remembered,
She made me a poet via her kindness,
Even if I meet her today anywhere,
I will view her as a blessing Goddess only,
Many say that love at 16 is infatuation,
But, my love for her is sacredly eternal !

M V Venkataraman