Our Newspapers

Reading the newspapers now is adulterating life with fake stuff.

Fake claims by fake leaders, fake god-men, fake encounters.

Gone is that blissful start of the day with soothing thoughts.

Instead its crime, crime and an overdose of crime.

Crime for mine and crime for thine and crime again to make up nine.

Gaudy ads, bawdy pictures of nudies smiling.

As though there’s no greater joy in life than opening up to the world

Like economies that suddenly acquire global attention.

If rape is centre stage, nudity is not far behind.

Has BJP finally chosen a PM candidate drags on for months, for years.

Will Rahul agree to condescend or will he his hopelessness defend?

Will the rupee continue to fall, or will petrol prices rise and rise out of size?

Newspapers only tell us what goes around, with exaggeration, with light and sound.

They need to claim they are selling better than all others, quite like the women

 Who dress up each evening to outsell themselves instead of being proper mothers.