The first day of class 8,
after a long beautiful holiday,
he thought that he would be late again,
as it is there was nothing to gain.
The summer was fresh in his head,
dint look happily forward as his face read,
little did he know what was in store for him,
new friends in & old friends out.
He looked nervous as he knew only a few,
but as days passed by more confident he grew,
still the summer was not yet to be forgotten,
re-living some of the beautiful memories.
Over a month & a half passed,
he had made a few more pals,
but he was a bit shy of the gals,
was never bitten by the love bug ever.
But alas cupid struck,
she was better than many,
the crush was sure to last,
but it was impossible to make things happen fast.
She had the most beautiful eyes,
reminding him about the dark grey skies,
she had the magic in her face,
which appealed to everyone at great pace.
He was too shy to approach her,
the days went by & the nights flew,
but the courage never grew,
he never knew what exactly to do.
Neither did he share his feelings,
nor did he do much besides dreaming,
he never knew it would be so sad,
to fall in love was too bad.
Slowly & steadily he decided to get over her,
it dint look possible though seemed the only way,
as he did not have any courage to say,
so decided that something had to be done.
He thought to himself this is not the end,
there's more to come as is always the trend,
"many a times my heart will break,
and i will break some for sure" said he.
The close was near,
he was looking forward to the next year,
hoping the future would be bright & clear,
but his first crush would always be dear.
There came a sad end,
to the most memorable year of his life,
today he thinks about it & smiles,
now knowing without motivation you wont go miles.
