who is it?

Night falls..
Incandescent lamp
in my room, burns..
A wind blows,
the power goes..

A match stick glows..
In its light,
I see a pair,
of, magnificient eyes..

Wind blows, again,
the flame dies..
Darkness drinks,
the last drop of light..

Finally,
the cat cries,
and runs away,
to some place well lit..

--
Jagadeesh
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