Not on TV 


One more saviour 
Drowns. 
One more art 
Is made muddy. 
One more heart 
Turns out to remain stranger. 
One more color 
Goes unnoticed. 
How will 
One more earth look? 
Same as this
My niece answers, 
And searches for 
Her sketch book. 
I turn off the TV 
And tell my dad, 
To start writing poems
On how my childhood was. 
Was I one more 
Hope for the clear days 
Or one more melting candle? 
I search for meanings 
In people's heart,
And not on TV.