A World Full Of Incidents! ! ! Poem by Raj Kashyap

A good newspaper,
I suppose is a nation
Talking to itself.

A newspaper with a
Morning tea on an unmade
Bed with messy hair and fresh,
Thoughts is a bliss.

The front page engraved,
With a sizeable advertisement,
Instead of a sunrise headline,
Giving a feeling of ads-paper.

Covid: Damnation or a Hoax?
The headline of the rag print,
Then here comes a daily rubric,
Smog leaches the entire heaven.

Finding your match: Here it is,
It's the time for marriage pier,
Some wanting a tall fair guy,
To some wanting a rich bride.

Sit home or earn in millions,
Now comes the wanted column,
Hunger is not the worst feature,
Of unemployment, Idleness is.

Now, the daily nightmare arrives,
A minor girl raped by few crooks,
Millions looted from a local bank,
Killing entire staff with vengeance.

The entire city deluged in water,
Wildland fire counts up to 2.7 times,
A minor kidnapped for ransom,
Acid rain destroying aquatic life.

Now, comes the daily horoscope,
Aries most compatible for love,
Virgos make your family happy,
Capricorns, hard work will increase.

Another billion for the mega star,
Nightingale bagged Grammy award,
Comedy king cackled everyone,
This is all about entertainment.

Gold still belongs to the rich,
Nifty Bank index fell 1 percent,
Sensex falls down 900 points,
Taking GDP down to earth.

Rafael Nadal, A.O his 21st title,
India, U-19 world cup winner,
Tales short & tales long,
Tales meant for weak and strong.

I will return soon with a
Lovely tale or with a nightmare.
A newspaper is a circulating,
Library with high blood pressure.

- By Raj Kashyap…