The Indian Language Newspaper
I am removing and throwing away
the clothes of protector
and running away from
my duties.
I who never say a truth,
Forget worries and duties.
And the public,
are but a market to me.
What I like is
the feast and treats of the one
who is never hungry.
That which I love the most is
Communal ism, leadership and hunger for money
and….power.
On behalf of me,
who look away from justness
starving writers
continue to write.
“do you know, my friend,
That I am an
Indian language newspaper?”
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