Reality show.
Abbas Panakkal
Nobody knows
about the hosts,
but producers.
A father reached
in time with a
teenage daughter.
Formalities were familiar.
Good competition
held even in primaries,
first and second rounds.
Viewers applauded
and blindly
involved in the game.
Most of them were
supported by
sending a number of SMS.
What was the art
or even sport of the show.
In my bedroom I really
received digital signals,
enjoying vicarious pleasure.
Nobody knows about
the culprits,
but only the victims.
Our veteran
Minister
declared that victims
were mere puppets.
New Adultery .
A pretty threshold,
love and beauty merged in.
Dream was powerless
to breathe its dearth.
Despite of class and creed,
who else disliked?
Colours of negligence feared.
A Muslim in mosque
a Christian in church
and a Hindu in temple.
And strained to be a
woman among human being.
