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◾The Diary◾

Puzzled mind & shaky hands,
Happiness bubbles in the air;
I see my neurotic soul turns radiant,
slowly with the verses recited through my lips.
I want to freeze this precious moment
locked in the deepest corner of my heart;
to cherish & to cheer with my pen.
Oh yes! I am dancing on the rhythms
of my lyrics which my thoughts scribbled.
I wish if i could embellish the diary,newly gifted;
with the soothing rays of moon
& with the scintillating sparks of stars.
The diary where my dreams are seeded,
& the diary which i always needed;
the diary where my thoughts to be destined,
& the diary where my soul & poems to be entwined.
The sky seems red & blue,
& my rising glee finds no clue.
Everywhere the flowers of my fate blossom,
& i look forward to kiss the sky free of chasm.
Till the day hard work,love & passion will exist;
my diary will hold the beauty of art in its fist.

~©storytellersuchismita

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