In this town
We see half
And we breathe half
If it is not the electricity board
Blinding our eyes with darkness
With her incessant black-outs
Water board will raise his hand
And when we turn to look
She slaps our nostrils
With the noxious fumes from our toilets
For she too refused to run
In this town two things at odds
A wedding without water and light.
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