Class Tale.

On the other row of my class,
Was my first love,
When i was in first standard,
He has that hazel color eyes,
With curly hair,
And that fair complexion,
We would gaze each other,
All through the crowded class,
With that fresh smile,
To pass on,
Lunch together,
With the roasted sandwich,
Which was his favorite,
Plan to implement to get a common bench,
Oh ! that first wink,
I still remember,
Tears in eyes,
When teacher shouted on one of us,
Woopppsss that was so cute,
Teasing of friends,
Waiting in that play ground ,
On that selected bench,
Same color of attires on school functions,
Oh that box of candies and chocolates,
Sharing of sweets,
All that was so innocent,
I still remember that fragile friendship..............................