In the Dark of Night
— Hem Chand
In the still of the night, when all is asleep,
The power goes out, with a sudden beep.
The darkness creeps in, like a thief in the night,
Bringing frustration and annoyance, a most unpleasant sight.
The hum of the fans, and the buzz of the lights,
All fade away, leaving silence and quiet.
No work can be done, no fun can be had,
In the absence of power, all plans are sad.
We wait in the darkness, for the lights to return,
Hoping and praying, that this load shedding will end.
But as the minutes tick by, our patience grows thin,
And we're left with nothing, but frustration within.
Oh how we long, for a world with no loadshedding,
Where power is constant, and never-ending.
But until that day, we'll endure this plight,
And pray for the return, of the lights of the night.
