First Heartbreak – by Sree

I faced the black board
Where strange symbols have appeared
I know not what they are
Neither do I at the present moment care
For in the small mirror
Mounted on my desk, I see her walking
Down from her class
The girl of my dreams, my lovely lass
I forgot for a moment
Where I was and what I was doing there
As I drifted into a dream
Me along with her and in love it may seem
A hand on my shoulders
Brought me back rudely to the real world
A hand so rough and old
A heart beating so near and it felt cold
Banished I was from class
For the whole day and for the entire week
As I stood shameful there
I saw my love and her lover, a kiss share

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