Hiral
It starts in the morning,I shuffle through the papers
the times, the express , the age , the herald
all papers the same with different names

I switch on the TV , surf through the 100 channels
they all can be classified in a few sets
news, sports , music , movies and crap
the same things offered again in a different wrap

I enter the barber's , he asks 'which shave gel?'
' Axe , palmolive, gilette are the ones that sell'
I reply with a sigh 'Does it matter, hell?'
'they are the same, and with my eyes closed,
one from the other , can i ever tell?'

I go shopping in the mall, its time for new jeans
i know its vain to search for a different hue
jeans always come in different shades of just blue

My stomach starts growling, its time to eat,
finding variety in cuisine is now an impossible feat,
pav bhaji , pizza , buffet , sandwich again
Is food always supposed to be the same?

Lets get serious , look at the academic system,
so many diversities claiming to impart wisdom,
but finally they all boil down to two things,
reading a book to your memory for one,
transferred it to the paper and you are done!
1 Response
  1. deja vu Says:

    wah wah... cool.. :)