Enemies Poem by Indira Renganathan
Enemies
In the puddle of sweat
Stuck up the humid heart
Waiting to be fanned mercy
Hissing in bright day
Sometimes added sissing
Awake at night like in day..
Power of the government fails
Five hours per day
An order out of the way..
Mr.PC otherwise soft
Often becomes hard dark mirrored
Berating my better half slapped him one day
Wonder, he resumed
Slap, slap, slap
Habituated myself no sooner
Just to send Mr.PC to his hospital
Mr.PC communicates well
But lets not out any abc of his heart
Impaired old age difficult to be repaired
Old we versus old Mr.PC
The repairer's laughing..you too?
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4/19/2024 2:44:52 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Yes...many PCs, both young and old, are affected adversely by the recent 'power cut hours'... the old ones could perhaps have been more 'infected'! A basic system that includes processor monitor UPS printer and the multi media accessories require more than 700 VA and no Inverter can support a system thus on running...the result? Loosing files...re-formatting...well, you have brought out a well written humorous piece on the prevailing domestic power situations...10