Bijli's Puppet

It’s a story not a ‘long ago’,
There was a boy, let’s name him Arlo.

He didn’t have a lot of friends,
But he never cried.
He knew he had Bijli* 24 Seven,
To keep him occupied.

But apparently Bijli had other plans in store,
Soon came those terrible summer nights,
When Bijli would start to elope,
Without Arlo getting even notified.

Poor Arlo. He thought Bijli was all his,
After all he had spent a lot to get her.
But, what he didn’t know was this,
Bijli had a huge crush on his neighbor.

Every night he tussled and tossed in his bed,
Till the time his body would drown in his own sweat.
Seconds felt like minutes, minutes turned into hours.
Every time he hoped Bijli would return sooner.

But Bijli would stay away all night,
And he couldn’t do anything to make it alright.
He was so used to her company now,
Life had become unimaginable without.
Every moment he felt so ‘power-less’,
He was now nothing, but Bijli’s puppet.

Yes it’s a sad story,
But it’s so very true.
Never let anyone, anything,
Become so indispensable for you.

~RavS

*Bijli = Electricity