Diary Gone Missing

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I lost my past memories,
All those were washed away,
Tried to Search viz. everywhere,
But couldn’t find a single way.
Gone through corners and corridors,
Digged from the attic to the floor,
Wrecked the piles of books from the shelf,
Am I insane, where could it be? huff!
It was my best friend,
Scribbled joys and sorrows,
Anxieties and pains,
But all those feelings were rend,
A light of hope is still there,
whether I’d find it till morrow.
Waiting for its return,
Dying to read each word,
Plenty of times,
From beginning to the end.

About zoffice

I have come to this frightening conclusion that i'm the decisive element. It is my personal approach that creates the climate. It is my daily mood that makes the weather. I possess tremendous power to make life miserable or joyous. I can be a tool of torture or an instrument of inspiration; I can humiliate or humor, hurt or heal in all situations, It is my response that decides whether a crisis is escalated or de-escalated, & a person is humanized or de-humanized. If we treat people as they are, we make them worse. If we treat people as they ought to be, we help them become what they are capable of becoming..

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