Notebook
I possess a notebook, real reflection of my soul,
two decades plus five beautiful years of company.
When I turn the pages, memories are dusted off,
filled with poetic words, no empty pages I see.
A true testimony to the journey of my life,
with feelings and thoughts captured in lyrical way.
A place where shadow of my past resides,
and some scribbled lines never erased, still stay.
Pages have turned pale, bowed as autumn leaves,
and cardboard cover too tired to hold the pages.
Though it has lost its lustre, still precious to me,
I believe with time, the notebook too ages.
Nov 6, 2016.
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