Dear Diary,
I thank you for your patience
on holding onto a rose with its thorn;
not crying when few of your pages were torn
you broke never a single promise
an apology from me you owe:
during the windy nights
your flickering pages i did not bother
and left you open on the table to shiver,
also for turning to the moon
on nights when it came dressed bright and full
Hoping , it would now listen to my crying soul
But I am sorry,
like everybody else,
it too disappeared soon;
I thank you again for your patience
Stay, because you are the only constant friend!
With Love,
Harsha D Sachdev