NATIONAL STRIKE

In the hot summer morning,
when the blazing sun,
began to display,
its ‘true colors’,
Power across the land,
went out abruptly,
leaving us sweltering,
inside and outside.
No vehicles plying along,
no wind blowing,
trees stood like statues,
offices, schools, colleges,
closed,
Land in a standstill,
getting the patience,
drained away,
dialled up the power authorities,
bells kept on ringing,
but no one there to respond,
rang a friend,
and inquired,
quick flowed the answer,
‘National Strike’, “you know?.
where the hell you are?”.
“what for”? – inquired I
‘price rise, fuel hike, inflation, poverty, starvation ’,
like a parrot he went on,
‘should we protest’?.
‘But my friend,
the responsible ones at the top,
still make merry,
their life,
celebrations of power,
and pelf’,
‘can’t you witness it’- queried once more.
Heard me a ‘big-bang’,
kept on,
holding the receiver,
laughing aloud,
forgetting the hot summer,
streams of sweat keep flowing still…..…