This is a period of corona lockdown,
Movement on roads is restricted for many,
Nobody is there to mend electical faults;
Mankind is not ready to backtrack in
The days of yore to face the sultry
Heat in summers, and plunge back
Into the dark at every nightfall;
I can smell the fault in the proximity
Of hanging electic wires,
and check
The life of incandescent electric bulbs;
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