Early were my steps to the daunting Manhood,
Dreaming all day, and wondering through the woods.
Wanting, but afraid to explore the man within,
Asking myself, "Am I dreaming?".
Early in the season when flowers bloom,
The air was sweet in the mother's room;
Morning came with the promise of success,
Like everyday I jumped into my dress.
Eager in heart to meet friends,
To share the thoughts and learn new trends;
But it all differed that day,
As I passed the Golden Bay.
At a distance from where i was,
Winter snow I felt it was.
Emerged a lady whom I had seen,
But where! "Was it in my dream?".
It was when she came close,
I thought my heart needed some dose.
I was cold and still like a log,
Not even attending the bark of a dog.
Back to life with a look at her eyes,
which seemed to wake anything which dies.
A question rose disturbing my mind,
"Is she who I thought was my kind?".
Waiting for friends to ask a way,
But three were we near Golden Bay.
Never did I dare to ask her,
Neither the dog with a common fur.
Human built a machine came,
Took her away; With me leaving anger and fame.
For sometime I was around the globe,
But then asking,"Was this my First Love?".
Sukanta Kr Swain
Computer Science Student