FEEL OF THE FIRST LOVE (Feb 2002)

True are the Seers who said
See your Love, you lose your head
Lie down sleepless in the bed
Thoughts in mind leaving stomach unfed
Melt even your heart of lead
Added they turn you scarlet-red.

Legs once which walked with a strut
Seems to loose all its gut
Now tremble as if loosened by a nut
Added you feel no less a rut.

I am sure without any doubt
It chases the pride 'body-out'
Makes thee breathe like a kettle spout
Fight it you'll end with a silent rout.

All this due to a sudden love
Make an eagle plead a dove
And make a tiger bow a doe
And worship from its top to toe.

You feel standing on the edge of a cliff
With a chill storm hard even to sniff
All your powers down to seed
Return not even if you plead.

Your heart pounds up at her sight
You mutter loudly hard at night
Thoughts of her make you very bright
Always give your mind a flight
Soaring higher than a Chinese kite.

You fight to stress she's a dove
My friend that 's the feel of your first love.