I come to life, with the first rays of the day,
Waiting to get attention from the millions away,
Along with a cup of warm coffee or tea,
For many of them, the day starts with me.
Splattered with blood and vicious thoughts,
I carry it all, to every house I go,
I wonder if there is something for me in it,
Carrying the burden of a selfish universe
A few smiles is what I treasure the most,
For over a million people have lost all hope,
Rich or poor, no difference it makes,
For it is here, money loses its race.
Days pass; For months I lie idle,
In some corner of a room, in the minds of a few,
I wonder if there is any difference I make,
Sold in the end at the mere value of weight!
PS: I always wondered what a newspaper would say if it had a life, here it is for you all to listen..
