On a powerful power-cut day
Including the inverter-failure
As we were all sweltering
At midnight heat
It was a pleasant shock
Resuming electricity
Lights on, fans on, e.t.c
And
The streetlights...
The lineman's duty
Either he does not switch on
Or does not switch off
The lamppost here
Holds The earthly sun
For nearly a week..
To laugh or cry or shout?
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