A secret diary

Anagha Naresh

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A secret diary

Oh my diary a poem

In the pages of my diary, I pour my heart's chorus,

A tapestry of utterances where emotions gently sag.

With ink-stained fingertips, I dance upon the page,

Framing verses, like tales of a timeless sage.

Oh, my dear diary, keeper of my secret dreams,

Unveiling the depths of my soul's flowing streams.

In your tenderness, my obligations find discharge,

As I surrender to the solace of inner peace.

Within your bound confines, my ideas

take flight,

Like real birds, soaring through the night.

The ink spills like stars, mapping constellations rare,

Weaving stories of heartfelt prayer.

Through the veil of solitude, my voice finds grace,

A melody of words, a reflection of my inner space.

In the shrine of these pages, I am truly free,

Unraveling my fears,

to probe what I can be.

Each stroke of a pen, a brush upon life's canvas grand,

Painting portraits of hope with an unwavering hand.

Every tear-stained mark, a testament to my truth,

A testament to resilience, in the face of youth.

Oh, my faithful diary, guardian of my secrets deep,

In your parchment bosom, my innermost secrets sleep.

With every turn of your leaves, a chapter unfolds,

Unveiling the story, as life's tapestry unfolds.

So, let the ink flow, let the pages breathe, and sigh,

For within these lines, my spirit will never die.

My dear diary, my companion, my soul's sounding shore,

In your tender embrace, I shall forever pour.