The Ordeal

Cursing under his breath,
Sameer got up from the floor.
Thinking, "Better could be death".
An agonized look he bore.

His eyes failed him,
He stretched his hands outward.
He started to sing a hymn.
He was a god-fearing coward.

This ordeal was too much to bear.
His zest was subdued.
He thought this was just unfair.
He uttered words that were rude.

He felt highly helpless,
There was nothing he could do.
Like a bullet, swift and aimless,
He walked ahead too.

His sweating was profuse,
He felt like ripping his clothes off.
This suffering he just couldn't refuse.
His situation didn't make him laugh.

With an outstretched hand
He gripped the fridge's handle.
In the dairy items stand
He found a big candle.

His mom shouted, "Fast!"
He hurried back to the hall.
For long did the power cut last
And he couldn't watch football.