Life: A Diary
Sometimes I want to sit alone
Under a tree of my garden
And want to read the diary of life:
A half-written diary.
The earlier pages of the diary
Contains my earlier memories:
Happy and unhappy
A bit laughing and a bit crying.
I feel a tremendous sense of joy
In doing so
And I desire to read
Those pages again and again.
I contemplate to write
Those unwritten pages.
What a peculiar diary it is!
In a day I can write only one page.
Tomorrows will come and help me
Fill my blank pages one by one.
Don't know. Will I be able to read
This diary as a whole?
21/01/2017
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