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News Channel (2 ratings) by Anupama Bhargava
I switched on the news channel wringing words from life on the street, spinning them into juicy stories from reality that is hoarse hollow bellow, as I turn to another bird in the cage.
I listened to the tallow skinned genes of the genius working at the exploration of the tarnished pyramids under the sun,
While outside the window, lives here in this treeless city growl under wind and water and sky dusted gray.
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