First Met

First Met 

A short poem narrating the feeling of first meeting of love birds. Showing the feeling of a person while waiting and jogging emotions in their blood.

Nothing can beat it bet, 

The meeting I call First Met;

Gravy of emotions,

Flavouring the blood,

Toasting my cheeks,

In form of flood;

A special smile waken,

Consuming a decade long,

Rushed with empty word,

Heart lyriced a song;

As I say, nothing can beat I bet,

The meeting I call First Met;

Any moment could be special,

Once they closely arrive,

Surely, defeat in a smile,

Rejoice lake in I dive;

Still nothing can beat I bet,

The meeting I call First Met.

                    -Chalkchatters

One of the most unforgettable time is is the meeting to our pair. We may not remember the day, date time or whatsoever, but the essence of feeling stay refresh in our hearts. Remember the rush of your blood warming your cheeks incessantly while waiting for them.

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Nervousness flood from your gestures and especially that indispensable blushful smile defeating your efforts of staying calm. That weather indicates the speciality of that day. 

Just recall all those memories and you'll have a smile resembling to that day.

                 -By Ridhimaa