The shade of the dark smothers us,
The rushing air stops thus,
I see the streetlight gleaming bright,
And feel jealous "why I don't have light!"
The mosquito snores resume again,
The bites they make cause pain,
And I itch hard and abuse the man,
The in-charge of power in this lane.
The story of my book goes half read,
What happens to the boy "Is he dead?"
Thus I wonder what happens next,
I switch on my phone but battery's dead.
I count my attendance and come to know,
I'll lose marks if tomorrow I don't go,
The timetable says the horrible fact,
Classes start at 8-40, pity lad.
And I wait in my balcony and stare at the streetlight,
Wonder which wires to connect so that I might,
Bring power to my dead fan and light,
And have a peaceful sleep in this horrible night.