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He took the blue diary from the shelf,
Because he likes to write about himself.
From middle he opened a blank page-
Trying his best to mitigate his rage.
He looked at the lawn through window,
Little birds were singing on the meadow.
He again looked at the page of the diary,
Which he likes to touch once at least daily.
Now he can’t see everything very clear-
Cause his big eyes are filled with tear.
He always thinks of them who are so dear,
Prevailing in heart resembles very near.
He is now leaving away from native country-
Sometimes his mind becomes so much sultry!
He misses all his family member and friends,
But do they all miss him to that same extend?
He expected mails of phone calls from them,
He’s deprived! His mind has become lame!
Sometimes secretly he becomes emotional,
It doesn’t put any impression to them all!
How much he felt for his friends in home,
How could he show them? Living all alone?
None can understands what exactly he wants,
These things he wants to write like self rants!
He took a pen and tried to write his sorrows,
He’s craving for love! Alas! No one knows!
Tear drops coming out of his closed eyes,
Who merely cares for him, if here he dies?
He tore the page of the diary and threw it,
Decided he won’t let his life go like bullshit!
He put back the diary again in the book shelf,
Now he won’t care this, look after himself!
He was thrown like a piece of crinkled page,
He’s going to start a new chapter of new days!