The Problem Of Electricity

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There is a huge demand for electricity
But our power houses don’t have such capacity
Without it our future seems dark
And if we lose it, on mankind it will be black mark

Its quintessential part of our life
AC and DC are its two major types
It has become our basic need
On which all our electrical appliances feed

Since the time Edison invented artificial light
Even our grey nights have become bright
The bulb he invented took us to greater heights
Mankind once again sailed in its advancing flight

Now the time for concern has come
Sadly, this is realized only by some
The hoi-polloi will never give it a thought
Electricity will be the reason, why 3rd world war will be fought

The nuclear power plants do add to the share
But, their miseries are many and uranium is quite rare
The wise realize we should enhance our alternatives
Solar, wind and tidal should be our new superlatives

Our mother earth is being depleted from its beauty
All she has to offer, will soon be empty
If we are unable to find a possible solution
Then be ready to take the blame from our future generation.

                                                                                                 ~  Surya
Deeply concerned

Comments

  1. raghu13 October 2011 at 21:53

    A great poem...Super Like.Let us hope that we find a solution to electricity problem as early as possible.

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  2. Mick14 October 2011 at 06:04

    dude an awesome insight, but the real issue is with andhra. we get most of the coal from andhra, but due to the issues with telangana, we are at a lack of power.

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  3. Chetan Gurikar17 October 2011 at 10:14

    A great Forethought buddy, its superlatively superlative! Awesome lines. Climax is a real beauty..!!

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