With the Morning Chai

Have you read the newspaper lately?
Any news worth digesting, I ask,
A minor raped, hanged by a tree in a courtyard,
A small print on page seven in the paper,
Doesn’t really count as news,
No outrage is forthcoming,
There is corruption, Ramdev, oil and cricket ,
Making front news,
A deaf Indian lives in big cities,
And a blind India in small towns,
Where policemen violate a tiny form,
And the audacity is worth applause,
The body is hung in a place they call a police station,
And the suspension orders are doing the rounds,
Casual, flippant, the article reports mere facts,
No emotion attached for the reader to sit up and act,
Last I heard the men and machinery are here to protect,
A watchmen’s daughter,
Not a rich man’s wealth,
We the educated are a breed handicapped,
Earn a living, spend in multiplex,
Invest in a house, a little charity to save tax,
The ferocity of emotion for a crime and the victim,
Is lost on the evolved reader,
The morning chai is getting cold,
What can a man do for a girl in Lakhimpur,
A place he’s never heard off.