MY NOTEBOOK

Years before I lost
The last notebook I kept.
Poetry, science, innovative attempts kept,
Inked down, unkempt,
Legible or illegible, handwritten,
In diagram, in cryptography.
I lost the book.
Searched for it, searched for it,
And gave in.
Then years after,
On a sunny summer day
Drenched in sweat,
I found a scientist and poet
In a book, like an ancient scribe,
As I describe…
White pages got golden
Like the scripts of the olden days.
It was my notebook,
It was my scrapbook,
I found it in a book shop,
In a quarantined shelf, kept afar, kept atop.