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Old Diary
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.
