The Diary Poem by Hem Bishwakarma

For once,
I wish flip the old leaves of the diary
and observe a collage of blurred past!

Perhaps,
Uncovers it some love-notes
Some odes and dry petals of flower-
That animate the reminiscences

For years,
Grime safely covered the diary
In which I might find
The destination that lost midway,
A whistle stolen from a cranny of a mountain,
And a beautiful reflection of my youth!

But, I'm sorry!
From my life
I was unaware of
A diary sold along
University degrees!