“Pages of my diary”

Pages of my diary, a secret of my heart,
Pages with dried shrivelled rose petals with an enduring fragrance.

A box of secret of my penned stories,
Secret of crushes, loves and hates.

Pages with faded blemished tears,
Companion of sob, cry and heart breaks,
Companion of love, riots and scream.

Pages of my diary, a secret of my heart.

Pages with glitters, colours and sparkles,
A witness of dreams and desires,
A witness of dreams come true too.

A blue bird feather, a marker in between,
Pages at the right for good, pages at the left for bad.

A rebellion in me, a scribbled anger,
A mute spectator of many teared up pages.

Pages of my diary, a secret of my heart,
A box of secret of my penned stories.

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