First Girl Poem by Sankhajit Bhattacharjee

She always stood first in the class.
Her bosom friend was a mediocre boy
but he wanted her though he knew-
a monkey, who lives in a tree,
will never wear a diamond necklace,
this is totally unfit for him
as the entire forest- another name of our society-
will laugh and spit at him,
so he remained aloof.

'Always look above', her life's philosophy,
found her love, higher in all aspects in comparison.

He often dreamed to touch the moon,
touched the hot oven-the harsh reality- instead
and burned his fingers!