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Words On Paper

Crazy newspaper boggles my mind
teaches me something, things I find

Grilling, gripping, my hand it pulls
i dive in its knowledge pool
black words beautiful drive away,
away from sordid TV's cesspool

Politics, ads, criminals bad,
accidental news, sob stories sad,
he kills her, or someone's dad,
Angelina marries with a guy named brad.

Op-ed columns are filthy rich, knowledgeable
Editorial page with letters stitched
Top column ever so big
never fails to take a dig

Business economy all alike
seem to me cartoon like
cartoon clip-art politicking Keshav draws, laughter make me cry

Fifteen pages joy wrapped fun
i eat everyday with a bun
earth would seem to stop rotate
if it arrives a little late

Tea or coffee mug hooked in hand
"do not disturb", the signal stands
"The Hindu", my Koran,Gita, Bible
people please all understand

She and me are best friends
don't be jealous, you'll understand; once
when you'll inhale her,
listen and absorb what she yells.

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