Meter Reader

Is his work sweet or bitter Door to door goes meter reader Is he dull or clever witty The measurer of used electricity. With a torch and thick bound book Below staircase down dark nook Scans through the dust on mesh With a face that’s expressionless. Speaks so little somber face Smiles no little courtesy’s grace Notes down with just one look Prosaic digits on notebook. Is he a man with a home family Or a mad measurer lone carefree A wild pursuer of endless digit Never known love never had it. Still he has to knock many door Stay a minute not anymore Time is his arch enemy Till comes night sleep’s lullaby.