New Page In The Diary Poem by Varala Anand

New Page in the Diary
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Each time when a new day awakens,
The date changes, the lunar day shifts.

A new page opens
In my diary,

I don't peek into yesterday's page —
The past panic me

If I am forced to look,
I hang yesterday's soggy, smudged words
On a clothesline to dry,
And stand there, bare

That yesterday could have been lived better
Just the thought
Throws me into confusion

Not that there's much difference
Between yesterday and the day before

All the words in the diary are scattered
All the letters disordered, jumbled

On today's page in the diary
I want to write letters anew
Lay them out properly, more meaningfully.

But in the night, as I sit at the writing desk,
I wonder is this a rebirth or a repetition?

Each time when new day unfolds,
New imaginations bloom afresh,

And I
While watching new experiences unfold,
Like stars in the sky —
Go searching for new letters

************** VARALA ANAND