Dear Diary

I wrote a poem this morning
and posted it hurriedly
on three poetry boards
including one on my own blog: Hamburger Mill

My friend Mark Mussolini
would be first to comment as usual:
A lovely poem, dude!

My other friend Ron
who is a bartender at Yesterday's
would be next to respond:
This has to be one of your finest, brooks!

My aunt Lucy is always eloquent
She would say something like:
Lovely poem, but I don't know what it means.


My ardent critic Peter Piper
will come up with a statement:
A typical Bharat Trivedi poem
that lacks imagination, social consciousness,
and it's totally devoid of any creativity whatsoever!

Before the day is done
I will thank each one individually
saying the same thing:
It's so nice of you to read my poem and comment.

Late night
I will hold my lucky pen and
write down the poem in my diary
very meticulously.