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Water Of All


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.drinking-water-standards