I took out my diary to resume my thoughts.
Some abstruse spur made me do it.
I can see the snow falling on that little,
green grass,through my window.
The pages of the diary got turned by the wind.
The soothing welkin turned the pages of my mind as well.
Now that day came by, when my father brought
this little book for me on my birthday.
And said, “One day you'll find the tracks
to your past on these filmsy pages”.
That day I started to spread my musings,
beyond my mesh mountains!
On this day and age while I gaze
into the serein of hails,
I sense the greatest token I ever got
was this pal with so much leaves,
Who takes me to all those
blithe and bitter, yawning memories.
