Past In Paper
Of late have you seen a newspaper?
Its fine sheaf of sheets,
Some mornings are incomplete but for it,
It is tucked under armpits of rushing office goers,
Its black and color print shout about the entire world,
Our needs our curiosity to know,
Are filled by it,
For me it’s a certificate awarded to me,
That I have known another day,
That at day end we carelessly throw it in one corner,
And wait for next day’s edition,
Shows how we take our lives,
Days simply slip by,
And the time gone is gone,
We never look back,even for lessons,
Try reading today’s newspaper,
With those that came in last thirty days,
The entire world would sound more perfect,
And you would feel more intact.
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