There are pages in it
you fill them up
with many colors
representing your life's chapters.
you write in it,
it takes it.
you speak to it,
it hears calmly.
it sees you in each phase
but don't say a word
when you want to share
it is there.
if you throw it
even it stays
if you want it back,
it do comes
it is silent, but not blind
it says, but not lie
pleasantly takes what you want to keep
without making a single deal
and I was a diary to keep
and I was a diary to keep.....
- chintamani
