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