Those Television Channels
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Indira Renganathan
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Every night
Prayers lull me to sleep
Infusing a watchful Lord
In my hope over evil
But a flip-flop switch of a snooze
Zaps the television
Through the flickering channels
Only to mean awake the whole world
Doing its blah-blah-blah
However
Of the sleeping Lord
To remind me at 5 a.m
Pristinely they invoke Him
With'Suprabhatham'
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