I stumble upon a serendipitous find
Nostalgia grows, of times left behind
My confidante once, my old diary
Hard bound cover and red ribbon lined
Snippets of my life its pages carry
Stories of growing up sad or merry
Promises galore, yet to fulfill
Buried in the corners of memory
The scent of pressed roses lingers still
Like a raindrop bursting at sweet will
The faded pink petals now stain my past
Memories of youth give me a thrill
I check the date stamp on my entry last
Noticing a torn page, my tears flow fast
The paper has turned yellow with time
My penned memoirs, it holds steadfast.
________________________________________________
Connect with us on social media:
________________________________________________
Sheena Jain is a deep thinker and keen observer who likes to pen her thoughts and recently started sharing it on social media. She believes that life has a lot to offer to everyone if only we tune ourselves to its song.
Latest posts by Sheena Jain (see all)
- The Things We Made - 20 May 2021
- A Hymn to Fire - 21 Mar 2021
- Partners in Crime - 24 Feb 2021
