An Ode to My Diary

 I recalled the day when I composed few words on paper

I began it as a day by day propensity

Like as calligraphy as consistency

It was my eleventh standard

When first time I hold pen and paper

I composed for few months

After a gap, I gathered all bits of papers

And composed all in the diary

 Each tiny emotion

Every secret in the diary

On the off chance that somebody needs to know Diti

They can discover me those diaries

They can find me as am I there

You can’t find that copy of Diti here

I always am thankful for my diary

For listening to my all issues

For understanding my all sentiments

Forgiving personal time consistently

I will always be thankful.