In the quiet of the classroom where dreams took flight,
There sat my first love, always in my sight.
Her eyes told stories her lips never spoke,
In every silent glance, my heart awoke.
Born with a silver spoon, from a family so grand,
While I was a farmer’s son, with calloused hands.
She cared for me in ways I couldn’t see,
Her silent support was the key to set me free.
She sat on the front bench, always near,
Her gaze, a silent whisper, so sincere.
In the temple, her prayers were for my success,
Her love, a silent strength, a hidden bless.
At the school picnic, she wore a dress so fine,
Her beauty was a sight that made my heart pine.
Yet, her love remained unspoken, calm and pure,
Her silent sacrifices, my future to ensure.
She gave her all for my studies and dreams,
Her support, both moral and in streams.
She feared her father, feared my fate,
So she stayed quiet, for my success she’d wait.
Her family’s pressure, her destiny sealed,
Before I could succeed, her heart concealed.
She married another, her life moved on,
But her sacrifices, in my heart, are never gone.
Economically, morally, she stood by my side,
Her unspoken love, my eternal guide.
I didn’t get her hand, but I got her grace,
Her love, a silent presence, I always embrace.
Now I pray for her, each day and night,
For her health, her happiness, her future bright.
Though she’s gone, her love’s still near,
In every success, I feel her here.
Her silent love, a precious treasure,
In my heart, it will remain forever.
Thank you, my first love, for all you’ve done,
In your silent sacrifice, my victory was won.
NARRATED BY
Sj. RABINARAYAN DHAL
