Mr. Murphy and His Two Wives

The WiFi all of a sudden goes phut

Only when I write poetry, it vanishes everytime

Throwing my plans totally Kaput

Cutting access to Google, disabling validation of the compelling rhyme   

Make no mistake, to my attention pay close heed

It isn’t any plagiarism that you may assume

Assistance to vet the written word is all I need

To publish a poem under my yet to be chosen Nom De Plume

I wasn’t too well, so I decided to work from home

The internet speed courtesy ACT Fibernet was incredibly top notch

Just until an indispensable skype call with my manager in Rome

In five minutes, the meeting was rendered a total botch

An eleventh hour trip, necessitated a vital Tatkal ticket

The IRCTC site stayed open since 30 minutes on my laptop window

I almost latched onto the one lone ticket courtesy the heaven-sent widget

The power deserted me, in despair I sat with furrowed eyebrows

Amazon's Big Billion sale shattering the raison d'être of utilitarianism

Staggering discounts lined up across wide arrays of product categories

Waiting to be gleefully lapped up by ravenous Indian consumerism          

Yours truly, no exception, testifying to such sacred theories

One deal in particular caught the sycophant's eye

An OnePlus 6T Mobile, effectively marketed, I chose to chase

A Flat 50% price drop, an almost unthinkable pie in the sky

Was the talk of the town and garnered high intent to purchase

The preposterous offer would last for quarter of an hour to be exact

Heavy traffic as expected. All roads led to the product link

Staying resolute, I braved network latency and navigated intact

To add the treasured object of desire to the cart and checkout at the very brink

So with all set to go, and just the online payment beckoning
I whipped out my credit card in a flourish, ready to gloat

This is where Murphy's Law once again in my candid reckoning

Came to the fore, as proceedings struck a jarring note

I had finished typing the Sixteen Sweet numerals

Of the only big number I have never found arithmetically obtuse

In all rarity, firmly entrenched in the cerebral annals

When with one tiny click away, phaaatttt, conked out the friggin fuse

"Technology will evade you, I couldn’t care less if you don’t condone

When you need it the most, and this is the most vicious construct

Of my quintessential cornerstone"

Defiantly declares Mr. Murphy's appalling code of conduct

I laud the Non-partisan display of impartiality

And uxoriousness of Mr. Murphy and his blandishments

To his two wonderful wives – WiFi and Electricity

But I loathe, being the chosen specimen for his repugnant experiments

To reify his veritably mystic yet ineluctable postulates

While I endeavor to ally with his select army of apostates!