My diary is so sweet and soft <br />And rimmed fair with rainbow frill <br />My words are plane and deep from core <br />And dance with me in glowing glee <br /> <br />Ha! My dancing diary! <br /> <br />I sometimes get burst at thoughts <br />But sometimes I laugh and dance <br />It sometimes makes me weep <br />With lovely words I wrote in past <br /> <br />I don’t need a pen to write <br />Nor I need a time to write <br />But I read it bright and right <br />When I feel and sit for so <br /> <br />I could see those past in mind <br />In those coloured lovely frames <br />As if I am amidst them <br />And feel real as if present <br /> <br />I don’t have a fear at all <br />As I locked it hard and safe <br />No one could do steal and read <br />No one could infer it wrong <br /> <br />Do you know it? Why it is... <br />How it is? and where it is? <br />It is written in my heart <br />With my heart and for my heart. <br /> <br />Sandhya <br />17.03.2009<br /><br />Sandhya S.N<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-diary-4/
