The First Lady <br /> <br />We studied together <br />Up to the middle school level <br />In an infamous board high school <br />As closely sitting classmates <br /> <br />I had some peculiar <br />Interest in her <br />And half of the time <br />Only staring at her <br /> <br />She always stood first <br />But, I didn't envy at her <br />When she was found to be sad or upset <br />It instantly tuned me to her line of distress <br /> <br />Under the influence of movies that time <br />I threw some poetic verses at her <br />She was so generous and tactful indeed <br />To bury those things ‘as private' with her <br /> <br />On transfer, she moved out to a distant centre <br />Never to be seen again since decades together <br />I am still keeping her facsimile inside <br />As the 'FIRST LADY' to have disturbed my softest senses. <br /> <br />Louis Santhana<br /><br />santhana louis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-first-lady/
