That evening she came
When electric lights ran out of petrol
(As they are wont to)
She came for dinner
As promised.
But, …
In her room unknown to her
Blazed hot the cooking coil
Which came alive after
Some lax fellow refueled electricity
Beneath doors smoke entered
Choking occupants therein
Alarming them, scaring them
It wasn’t much but you see
It was a ladies hostel
That evening
Fright of a burning room
Consumed yours truly and her
It was too terrible a possibility
Mmhh. That evening!
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