In the latest issue of Open magazine, Madhavankutty Pillai continues his series of poems on news anchors. This time, the TV anchor Karan Thapar gets his attention:
O, obstreperous weasel
Unregenerate blight
Cowering from the shock
Of my hair’s white
Prise your eyes
From my neon necktie
Prepare your deceits
Get ready to fight
This is how we will go
I shall ask and you shall lie
I shall tell you not to lie
I shall tell you what to tell
The how and when and why
I shall put it to you thus—
‘Let me put it to you thus’
And you shall put it to me thus
This index finger that I stab
Two inches from your face
Is the line I draw for you
Turn neither left nor right
Nor sputter nor stall
Allow me to make you crawl
To that overwhelming question:
What made you come here at all?
Also read: Why Karan Thapar stopped haggling with God
Did Karan Thapar stand a chance with Benazir?
IJR 
This is hilarious, brilliant, good-humored and courageous.
Terrific ! aptly describes this off putting idiot