First Time Oddity 2/2

#First_Time

...(continued after the prologue)

Once upon a time,

There was a man and a woman.

Happily met and just married.

First time they kissed,

First time their bodies intertwined,

The heat, the sensation clinched them,

Spread right from the temple to the toes.

First time they were blessed with a blossom

Of the flowers of matrimony.

The man jumped, he picked his wife and swirled around,

Kissed the freckles of her cheeks,

The brushes of her eyelids.

The woman prepared,

For the tenderness, for the painful happiness

That was going to come around.

First time the baby was born.

The first time  room filled with loud, squeaky cries.

The first time woman sobbed and smiled the same time.

The first time  man felt so much pride,

He could have sent lions back to their hides.

The first time baby stood up on two legs,

The first time baby fell back on four legs.

The first time man came back from work 

and saw the little guy running around,

The first time woman felt so happy,

Happiness that all the riches of the world didn't carry.

The first time boy said his first complete sentence,

After months of Baa, Boo, Daa, Aee, Dii, Blop Blop!

"I waunt mik, Maa!"

The first time he scribbled a letter on paper.

The first time boy thought why birds fly,

Why stars blink at night,

The first time boy strummed through six strings,

The first time boy played Beatles all night.

The first time boy fought a bloke named Chuck,

The first time the boy lied about smokes and club,

The first time the boy flunked his paper,

The first time he used a razor.

Eh! well you know!

The first time boy met love,

Hitch hiking after school and making love,

The love was not the way he thought,

She was scrappy and loved British pop,

But love was sweet and love cared,

Love was hot, oh boy!, love was flare.

The first time boy lost love.

Tears clustered over his eyeballs,

And well, it was tough.

The first time boy got his job

The boy was sprouting

Had a charisma no one could rob.

The man and woman were now old,

Happy seeing their boy unfold.

The first time boy lost his parents,

The first time tears rolled back into his eyes

and choked him from inside.

The first time boy got married,

The girl was a lady,

A queen of wits.

The first time boy held her child

The first time little girl made daddy smile.

The first time boy grew old and lost his wife,

The first time boy had finally lived a life.

The first time boy wrote his will,

The first time boy fell seriously ill.

The first time boy knew it was the end of spell,

The first time boy took the last of his breath.

-Akhil Sachan