Old Diary

My father had thrown all unwanted stuff

My old diary was deliberately abandoned

With faded colour and a few pages

Once my creative oozes got unleashed

Being overwhelmed I searched ways

To express and that diary dragged

Me towards it with magnetic rays

With excitement briskly I turned

A page to write on the left places.......

Tried and tried but ultimately failed

As I was destitute of the process

Of narrating the feeling till end

So my writing stopped for years

So many memories came and

Went without having their presence

Despite all my diary has not been erased

Today I can write without obstructions

All unknown feelings can be expressed

On the new diary and new pages

Still I love my old diary ........

Tough its identification is abandoned

It is with me with its all pledges

When I touch the old page I am compelled

To say that is the best bird when it flies.