I am dying
In parched throat,
Give me some drops
Of pure drinking water
In this summer.
I am dying, see me,
The sun is taking away
My life with its
Fortyfive degree heat.
Water is life as said,
Give me some drops
Of pure drinking water,
I am at your grievance
Redressal cell.
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