The Newspaper
I am reading the newspaper,
With a cup of tea,
And question the crowds and the ministers,
To ignore my failures.
I am reading the newspaper...
The headlines; Naked and unwrapped,
Hanged my expectations,
And filled my pockets...
I am reading the newspaper.
The headlines; written with the red ink, which said: "Poor Stays Poor
Rich Stays Rich."
Then, took my suitcase to reach office,
And finished the unfinishable work...
I am reading the newspaper.
To be a puppet,
The puppet of politicians and criminals.
To be dressed colourful,
Painted with the blood of innocence.
To buy the expensive stones and shelters,
To get the flawed honour...
I am reading the newspaper.
Though everyday.
To pierce my soul again and again.
May be,
To know the irony of this mundane world...
I am still reading the newspaper,
With a cup of tea...
I am reading the newspaper.
@ Ami Joshi
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very nice poem on what is going on around us on daily basis. Reading newspaper with a cup of steaming tea is the first priority for most of us in the morning. You have penned it beautifully. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you sir for your kind words. 😊