I break the fast
with a glass of water warm
it goes down very fast
all with a trickle calm
flows into the throat
clears it with a smother
takes its downward route
cleanses the path without a bother
a simple drink rather
colourless and odourless in nature
bereft of taste altogether
yet possesses enormous features
least expensive to gather
lesser to none in value
a quench thirster to all
factually irreperable and invaluable
imagine the plight in call
if there be no water at all.
Meenas Poems 