One Saturday in the Diary

The metaphor

Word of line

Put on the date

In a month of year

I said

I love you

Twelve months pages

Middle of a month

On a Saturday page

I wrote it

From that point of

To backward or

To forward

Nothing else written

After a few years

The diary was found

You read the line

I love you

Before the line

I love you

The days and months of blank pages

And after the line

I love you

The days and months of blank pages

How do you realize

And how can I describe

When you read it

I saw your face shading fresh

After all

I was silent

Though I wanted to burn it

I could not

But every Saturday

 I am burnt

Because of that page

Udaya R. Tennakoon