On Friday evening,
When we were sweating at the workshop,
Someone cried, ‘Das Babu died!’
Everyone heaved a sigh,
Twenty years our senior,
A boy and three girls’ father,
To us a look was permitted,
At the body electrocuted,
And seven minutes later we were back to work!
On Friday the next, a week later,
Broke down the Generator,
It ruined the Crushing Machine,
A major fault was seen,
We all were given a leave,
And work ceased for a week!
(First published in The Red Fez Journal)