U P S
UPS
A cup of
Horlics is getting cold
The foldable study lamp
is on; and running hot
My regular table is strewn
With books and notes, untouched.
The open windows
Blowing in speed air.
Sudden black-out - power goes off
No need to reach for candles or matches
I feel light and brightness
in the powers of darkness
Within the corners of my
Unclean heart
Edison's invention was to
Light up outside
But,
I keep a small oil-hurrycane
For the spacious inner heart
Perhaps,
to hide back,
The mopped up dirt and rot.
Louis Santhana
poem by Santhana Louis
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