The Newspaper Reader

While walking through the familiar road, Connecting my commence and the destiny, The road that took me to the humanity of knowledge, Delight, opportunities and revealed mysteries, My college, a bastion of courageous queens and the influential, While I marched towards the terrain where women ruled the humankind, I saw a man, with a jute bag in one hand and a newspaper in other, In front of me, walking gradually, with watchful steps did he ensue, He was reading the paper, engrossed in the news of the day Under the vitamin D sun, tranquil zephyr and breezy lashes of the trees, He went on, juxtaposed between his world and the actual world, Carrying the jute bag, concerned less for his immediate environs, Reading while on foot, he knew the best, for he did the same, In front of me, walking by my same course, And when unexpectedly he stopped, and turned left, Nearing a series of shops and a bakery, He passed all those and reached near a tiny shutter, Opened the closure, and there it was, He had reached his destiny of the day, A miniature extent with liberty for hardly a person, Stood a Xerox machine, cleaned and set, And there he unearthed the board painted “Xerox” in yellow, Hanged outside the petite room and sat on a crumbling stool, And then he resumed into the globe he was so fascinated about, The newspaper, crisp and hot, brimming with reports, gossips and testimonials, He went on, conceded to the factual world around……. K.S.Lakshmi