At The Night Of Load-Shedding Poem by Muhammad Shanazar

The light went out as usual,
The darkness harassed me,
I beheld in my own room,
A ghost-like image as we often see,
In the English horror movies,
Hair disheveled, teeth projected
Like the mini tusks,
The hands with inward curved nails,
Ugly like the front paws of chimpanzee,
The feet twisted backward,
The devilish horns on the head;
Horror increased and increased,
I uttered a muffled shriek,
The ghost leapt towards me, and said,
"Father! Have you seen a nightmare?
I woke to have a glass of water."
It was my youngest daughter,
The fairest one among my children,
The load-shedding made her a ghost.