Reading between the lines...

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..