Festival of lights was the day before.
The lights were not seen all the more.
Darkness was the only thing in the fore.
Creating an unwanted furore.
It is a skilful play of governance.
Exploiting the people’s endurance.
Cajoling them with a difference.
Sending them back to primitive reference.
Learning keeps the people on the move.
Living in darkness is a lively experience all true.
Putting up with mosquito bites is a task to prove.
Well that is how we live for years together quiet low.
Blaming the predecessor is part of the game.
Accusing the federal is an excuse lame.
Accepting the deficiency is never a shame.
Setting it right soon would bring fame.
A day and night work out would bear fruit.
A well thought out plan would map the route.
Getting deep into the intrusive shoot,
would ensure a feasibility with a hoot.
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