A diary is a bundle of pages
In which many feelings are stored
It is a bundle of happiness and rages
I can write it when i'm getting bored.
The first day to school
Nobody was my friend.
Everybody made me fool
I took my diary and wrote it till the day's end.
When I have no one to gossip up
I pick up my diary again,
And start writing it again
While writing I don't take care of times
But while writing I also add some rhymes
NOW AFTER 3 YEARS
Now I have made many friends
And I know that they'll accompany me till my life's end
Now I have friends to gossip up
And I can play with my pet pup
NOW AFTER SOME YEARS
Now I am very alone
Because my all friends have gone abroad to their home
I came to remember my diary again,
and start writing it again
And now I would say,"a table,a chair,a pen,a bowl of fruits and a dairy , what else does man need to be happy again".
© Mansidak singh 2015