Japleen Kathoor, Class 8, Deens Academy, Bengaluru
I got to know your darkest secrets, You were so much more than the eye met. Knowing you has been quite a journey; I, your dear diary You just went and wrote your pages inside of me, Did you ever try to find If I wanted to be your diary? Did you ever live through those pens come at you, Narrating a story or two? You stood there waiting to be seen, Not a soul would even lean. That is how I felt, as the stories would pelt, On to me. It was always you, there was never a me. You never saw I was more than your diary. Go on, use the key, Until we meet again, solving another mystery