All the first times,
Make a good rhyme.
The experiences are few,
Where it’s all so new.
Everyone has their own,
Compendium of memories to be told.
And every time they recite,
one of the glorious first times.
That memory brings to their eyes,
Such a sparkling shine.
The child like smile,
On traveling a mile,
In an un- visited isolated site,
For the very first time.
That tired face that smiles and says
” but it was all worth the haste”.
When you board a running train ,
For the very first time, when you board a plane,
That first dance in rain.
When you go to your first football game,
and cheer your team with others in a rhythm that’s same.
When you first go to school,
I bet there’s nothing more cool.
When we all cried,
Where’s mommy? this place isn’t nice.
When you first ride a bike,
When you went to that first date night ,
That first walk together under the street lights ,
Remember how you learnt to fly that kite,
When you first held a Mic,
To speak your mind and over came that stage fright,
To all those first times,
to yours and to mine.
I have travelled in the metro alone with my bestie but alone and with him and his friend but I was alone ..😂( without mom and dad I call it alone)
On 18th June for the very first time
And it has been one of the best memories
He asked me how is it exciting
I was like it’s scary ..but from when I boarded the train and when I got down ..
I was like it was amazing
Thank you Vivsum For such an amazing time I had fun and thanks as all the time you took care of me like I am a 3 years old kid (which he says I am a kid ..because in a lot of things I am at least he hardly gets a mature me)
Yesterday I was all alone it was my parents wanted me to travel alone in the metro I did ( maa and papa since yesterday mere stories hi sun rhe hai ki mujhe kitne maze aye how it was like )*
* since yesterday my mom and dad are listening to my stories about how its was like to travel alone
First times are fun writing the poem brought a smile on my face because the first experiences are something we never forget,
Days and months and years pass but the memories stay as fresh as they were
Telling them is like playing the whole thing in your mind
A colourful flash back .
P.s for all the poets and writers reading this , if you’d like you can tell some of your first experiences in the comments sections along with what you think about it
I will compile them in a post and put your experiences under your name in that post ( it will be really fun ❤🙈).
Thank you .