First Love — Sushant Thapa

First Love

An alphabet of love kissed the heart
A youth in the spring air
A beautiful snow in the winter
Afternoon is like a
White blanket covering the shyness
Pocket full of chocolate bars; dark and hard
Roses with thorns and colours
The colour of the rose colouring the white Pocket of the shirt
Gifted in the café date
When lovers say
No non-veg please
A pleasing music
No blood destroyed or killed
Blood that can create
A first kiss so indifferent to the world
Like first plain cursive handwriting
Curve of her physical charm
Writing the blood red love forever
Not a bouquet of love or roses
But a single soul with two hearts
In a single body
When love travels through window-shopping
In the streets of Kathmandu
Cheque drafted in the bank to call the gal baby
Queue in the bank
Where lovers rest on the doorsteps
Waiting for the line of people to move
Surprise ring or an old cloth bag;
Small and kept in the pouch
When my grandmother used to feed me
Raisins locked up for long in the artful
Wooden cupboard.

©Sushant Thapa
Biratnagar, Nepal