We Are In Need Of Hot News! Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

I am scared of myself,
For I want of the ticklers,
Who can make me to cry,
With the multiple crosses,
With newspaper clips and pictures,
Thousands of us sufferers,
Silent as the rainbow,
But colorfully decorated,
And gone when the heat is up,
After every notorious drizzle,
the rainbow has never failed to appear.

I am scared of myself,
As I need the ticklers,
To convince what I desire,
On the screens they appear,
Sometimes no attires,
Not the specific philosophers,
Who start to talk earlier,
Than expected, the amusers,
I have admired for the laughter,
I am scared of myself,
For I need the additives,
Even to make my food tastier,
Not holier and fresher, only energizers.