Waiting For Water Poem by Meena Somasundaram

Waiting For Water

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waiting for water,
women squatter
with pots of plastic.
The queue turns elastic,
grows unbelievably long
people throng.
The hand pump sighs,
arms wear out in tries.
Water decreases in speed.
The wait turns a waste, indeed.



the wait turns a waste, indeed.

Wednesday, July 19, 2017
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