Monsignor Diary Poem by Parag Biswas

Pencil scratches me
But no sign of damage
Scratch nicely, I like good
Or bitter than carnage
Pen more tickles me
And dances with grandeur
For many greats and commons
I’m past present and future

You from your heart and brain
All day activities in me, drain
Giving your eyes harm and strain
You pour out self fully
I am, Master, yours truly
Monsignor Diary

I am more famous than celebs
Be it Tom Cruise or Brad Pitt;
Than Penelope and Angelina
More in shape and fit
Their life story can be
Interesting and a mess
But I give information
Which is evidently priceless

Their secretaries use me
But don’t they, you see
Though they get more time free
Few pour out selves fully
I am, Master, yours lovingly
Monsignor Diary

To millionaires and billionaires
Their employees and commons
I am the secret keeper
As each first me summons
To share the words which
To none must be told
Or blunder may happen
And effect will be cold

Secret is secret until
I am forced to spill
Out the words in my grill
Do forgive me, I am sorry
Master, yours faithfully
Monsignor Diary

Technology has created
Digital cousins of mine
Blogs in today’s world
Are a hype and do shine
But they cannot keep
Any secret safely hidden
Since anyone can read them
Anytime, all of a sudden

My cousins and their spouse
With the help of the mouse
Sent me out of the house
But still I am here
Though only a mere
Notebook here and there
Lying amidst but lonely
I am, Master, yours only
Monsignor Diary