O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention!

the more disorganized your brain is, the smarter you are.

Dear Diary,
You have records of moments that I wish not to forget, 
All those bliss and heart breaks with date alloted,
You have always been there with blank pages waiting to soak in my belongings, 
The account of person, moments with them the pen captured are dwelling in your pages, 
You are without a lock I fear someone would break in,
Strength and weaknesses with vulnerabilities all hidden deep within,
Your pages have listened to my tantrums and happiness when I found no one reliable to talk to.

Excess expenditure may be the cash crunch in future.

Written By Samarendra mohanty

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