The forgotten path

Years ago, diary I wrote,

And in it I buried my heart;

Now I open it and find,

A long forgotten path

A few notes here and there,

Of the scolding’s I got and the mischief I met;

And I read on,

Rediscovering the forgotten path

Pressed within its pages I find,

A single leaf from my mango tree

Its smell still entrances me,

And leads me down the forgotten path

A hundred memories there are;

Scribbled in my childish scrawl

Yet to discover, yet to see;

What I left behind down the forgotten path