It’s a quiet night.
I switch on the TV
-a news pulls me in the stillness.
Common man killed. Again!
like the booms of the guns.
A terrorist attack...?
I peek the calendar,
then crane from the sill
The security men look busy outside
surging the light,
The media men still around the clots of bodies,
Searching, probing the names of the dead….
Digging is a thirst…though
kvetching at times.
Oh, living is a nonsense!
I have mist…
it only multiplies in extreme situations.
A few droplets roll down my cheeks,
I know there’s nothing I can do.
Twists and turns give directions to life,
I take a mental detour-
I stop listening to the ear-worm.
That's my revenge...
My private war against media!
I sleep better.
Written for Susan's http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.in/2017/05/poets-united-midweek-motif-news-media.html