That Sealed Diary Poem by Kamal Prashar

Plucking a while to self realize
If will or not was the worth of a find
Stayed it Magic or a Boon or a Prize
A Nature sustained with love but blind

He came, he stayed on a dark red rise
In shades of dull but bright and kind
Exist no words of wisdom and cries
Needs profound of her soul his mind

Him
"Angels, Demons or beings summarize
You were the reason I've always pined
Those eyes of Greek though were of lies
Under bliss of Ra they spoke and shined"

Her
"Just play no good as the good time flies
We run, we stop as it stays designed
Thy wish to find the Real no Guise
Our souls of fate stay on and bind''