The Daily Warning
I put the eggs in the pan,
and began sipping the juice;
As my hands reached out,
To the daily news.
My morning was greeted,
with a strange kind of guilt;
Seeing malnourished children,
living in dirt and filth.
The paper's headline said,
famine at so and so place;
The morbidity broken,
by some advertisement space.
The paper may not be taken seriously,
by people like me and you;
But then we have no idea,
of what a paper can do
For it not only indicates,
what the world is up to;
But also gives an ominous warning,
that this could happen to you too.
Pranay H. Rao
Copyright ©2003 Pranay Harish Rao
