I wrote this poetry on March 10, 2018. It was the very first poem I wrote.

That morning when I woke up, I did not know I was going to write a poetry. I did have a writing practice where I wrote everyday, but almost all my writing was non-fiction. So, it took me by surprise as well when I sat down at the computer and the words simply started flowing.

I let the magic happen, unsure what it was going to create. But it was something I marveled at that time, and I still do, even though I’ve written over a 100 since.

Anyways, here’s my first poem.

The Demise of Power

by Mayur Gudka
Written on March 10, 2018

Oh power, dear power
My heart longed for you
Tears rolled down my cheeks
The very second I lost you.

Heat, internet and water left too
Bathrooms became unusable
Children turned inconsolable
Life as I know it, came to a standstill

What have I done to deserve this wrath?
Have I not paid my dues on time?
Have I not loved and cherished you?
Still you run away with the storm … every … single … time

I called National Grid over a hundred times
Only to be falsely assured of your return every time
I feel scared, lonely and angry
What if only this time, you never return?

I solemnly promise to be eternally grateful
Now and forever, I do.
All I want is for you to come home
And brighten my sad dim night, I do.

Alas here I am, seeking comfort
With your mistress, The Generator
Oh power, dear power
Oh, how I miss you.