On this day I wake up
To the shout of crows
Sitting on the electric wire
Hanging over the rooftop
I give a glance to the
Front page of the newspaper
My mood turns pensive
When will the violence stop
Sipping my morning tea
I watch the little sparrows
Fighting, rolling and chirping
Across the bed of grass
The next page has a story
About money laundering
By politicians and businessmen
And it causes stock market to crash
On the next a terrorist
Holds the head of a man
A suspected informer of
Police and became an easy prey
By its side street urchins
Are seen rummaging through
Garbage dumps for food to
Feed themselves and start the day
My country has won many gold
Medals in the Olympics shouts
The last page and displays
Colorful photos of the winners
That is the only story that
Lifts my mood as I start my
Bike for office and I forget
The world with its sins and sinners
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Yes I agree, each day we go through the same story, no news is a good news in today's context, fighting, suffering, killing all at peak, Let the better sense prevail......Fantastic thought provoking poem...Nothing less than 10+++++++