“Nation wants to know!”, he yelled
from inside an idiot box,
and ceaselessly howled
at the top of his voice.
The nation yet awaits an answer
to the question unknown.
Sparing myself the horror,
I switch to a channel well-known,
that welcomed me to an unusual court
that convicts none –
the source of national gossip
which dozes off its own judge.
The useless chatter numbed my brain
so I moved to a serious one,
whose articulation ascertained –
too much freedom of speech
can drive anyone cynical.
The Hindi ones are dubious species
questioning the victim one on one,
to be the part of the rat race
of flashing a breaking bulletin.
Well, well! They are on duty
and I don’t want to be critical.
The media has attained galore
in spicing up every bite before plating it up,
some I digest, rest I puke
as a drunken lady, who gives up.
The circus continues but its ringmaster vary,
sadly, it’s the reflection of my country
that has become very hazy!
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