A soon as I woke up this morning, there was an urge to write a new poem, after many days.. So, I was caught up in a creative maze for 30 minutes and ended up with this:
I can remember the very first day,
When I left my home and then lost my way..
I can remember the very first time,
When I learnt to say that old English rhyme…
I can remember my very first sight
Of a rising sun that looked red and bright..
I can still remember my oldest dream
Which woke me up at night and made me scream…
I can still smell the scent of the wet earth
When it rained for the first time since my birth..
I can still remember that small round face
Of a cute girl who played with me those days..
I can still remember that first love song
And the days when I hummed it all day long..
The memory of my very first love
Still flies in my heart like a cute white dove..