There are pages in it

you fill them up

with many colors

representing your life's chapters.

you write in it,

it takes it.

you speak to it,

it hears calmly.

it sees you in each phase

but don't say a word

when you want to share

it is there.

if you throw it

even it stays

if you want it back,

it do comes

it is silent, but not blind

it says, but not lie

pleasantly takes what you want to keep

without making a single deal

and I was a diary to keep

and I was a diary to keep.....

- chintamani