My First Crush

I sit there alone on the stone bench,
Under the tree, blowing off the dust.
I breathe the scent of the spring,
As I talk to the aged surfaces.

I have grown old, but I still feel her.
The sneak-peek at her blue skirt.
Her slim legs and smooth skin.
Her fickle heart and heat within.

The joy in her fluky touch.
Her casual pat on my arm.
Her intimacy so warm.
Her playful gestures and charm.

I remember the dimple on her cheek,
The pretty lips when she tried to speak.
Those few days I used to rush,
Just to sit with her, my first crush.

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My name is Deepak Janardhan. I live in Bangalore and work for IBM as a Technical Writer. I started writing at the age of 20 years and since then writing has been the love of my life. I am a passionate writer, a hobbyist photographer, an incessant learner and eternal dreamer.
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Nadeem Qazilbash

So tastefully and tenderly depicted. Our first crush always has a special place in our hearts, and these lines do justice to those once in a lifetime feelings.


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