Let us try to imagine life as a newspaper and see how would this imagination turn out to be.
If life was a newspaper
what would it read?
maybe how we are all tired of being a humans
for its an ominous and greedy breed
Would the pictures be coloured?
Or may be black and white
would it be a bulky one flooded with miseries
and would stories of happiness be feather light?
Studded with breaking news
Of how expectations killed a dream again
editorials of what we ought to be
As per others
shares and stocks of smiles and pain
Would anyone even bother to subscribe
Wouldn’t we too be crushed and thrown in the garbage?
what if life was like a newspaper?
Would there be peace on any page?