Diary of a Stranger

I turn the pages, yellow and frail, dog-eared it is, and doth carry a trail. Key to past it doth hold, silently relating stories untold. Unsung heroism celebrated, moments of humiliation, reiterated.

I have my eyes in another’s life, before me lays his heart’s strife. Feeling like an invader. Soon I am his nearest kin. His ups I know, his downs I sense.

In moments of heat, what he wrote, anger, love, joy and pain here he emote.

He bore in silence but never spoke, quietly composed when his heart broke. All that to the heart was near, all that was unsaid is stored here!

What he hid is now bare I know what he never meant to share. Unread chapters are now read; His life leads though he be dead. He hid his love, guised his passion, and lived alone in a packed mansion. Slowly his life before me doth unfold, how he read ‘n’ wrote, lived in times old.

Shailja Agarwal
Class XII Commerce
St Joseph’s Convent High School