The Morning Time Poem by samyak jain

i sit with my
silent cup of tea,
poring over a paper
no news is good news,
political loot of the nation,
society tottering on last legs, ,
nations different, peoples different,
same loot, same rape of earth,
eight more years for the earth,
depressing, very alarming,
no body does anything for the weather,
neither for stopping the loots,
meetings, seminars, white papers,
babus junkets, netas on the thrones
and wise man on the streets,
depressings,

school fees last date gone,
wife's blastings register timidly,

dropped thuddingly from the revierie,

Bush to take care of the world,
laloo to take care of the nation,
yours truly to take care of daughter's fees.

i am to get ready for the office.