The beggar quenches his thirst
The clerk fill his bottle must
From its spout pouring water’s gush
Don’t ask one belongs to which class!
In the conglomerate of disparity
It stands a symbol of equity
At everyone’s beck and call
Flowing for one and all!
It’s like for all one stop
Pause here a thief and a cop
Throats parched in summer heat
Get cooled in its reviving treat!
An oasis on any sun-burnt day
Its sparkling drops seem to jovially say
Come friend get cooled in my gush
I’ll never ask you your class!
The air we breathe And the water we drink They do not discriminate In the way we generally think........ Good poem and welcome to my page too
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A road side tap has inspired you to compose such a beautiful poem! In the conglomerate of disparity It stands a symbol of equity At everyone’s beck and call Flowing for one and all! Love these lines!