Power cuts and power cuts,
Defeat the people even with guts.
No one can live peacefully,
If power cuts are in our house sparingly!
Everything goes black,
It seems as if we are in a sack.
Nobody can watch football or cricket match,
Even if it’s a goal or a catch!
TVs, lights, refrigerators are out,
Because of power generators, there is a blackout.
Te streets are without light, dark and lonely,
The street dogs keep barking mourningly!
Computer games are what everyone wants to play,
Because of power cuts, they have to play with clay.
Power cuts in the city have made our lives terrible,
No one wants these moments to be cherish able
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