Friday, December 29, 2006

Still Being Told

Journalism was Jana
A free spirit – A lilting smile
Very friendly – still a messy pile
Of stuffed pillows
And Erin plain
Lived in jeans
Worn out sweaters. Stains
Steps and stairs and steps to climb
Where a tyrannosaurus mac
And Eniac’s cousin sat side by side
Old tales and breaking news
Paginations and stock reviews
Dismal drop-down ceilings
Muffled the fluorescent glow
And aged squeaky chairs
When you sat, they sank low
I miss Express and such desi lairs
Samovars and Samarkhands
I miss canceled trains and Bombay bandhs
I miss deadlines, I miss the dead
Futures past and life I dread

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