While our great city revels, in neon bright lights,
Our villages struggle, with darkness at nights;
Where oil lamps are scarce, and tubelights are dear,
pitch darkness brings crime, and a desperate fear.
Paths to the rivers, are cloaked in a shroud
large shadows lurk, a black menacing cloud;
Medical centers need light to bring healing,
Darkness, like ignorance, is alway concealing.
We celebrate light with abandon and fun,
while our poor rural brothers must wait for the sun;
It is time we admit, this shameful defeat,
when their children must study on a dim lamplit street.
We are burning good money to cheer at a spark,
Spare a thought and donate to light up their dark!
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