Nanthinii Mohan - My Turn

That morning! Seemed to arise late
And I was to get up earlier that day;
No time to feel that salubrious ambiance,
And no minute to yawn or relax!
Coz, hundreds and fifties were waiting before my turn!
Yes, it was for the priceless fluid-
Flows like a silver surge on a hosepipe.
Women frenzied with their containers
And men appalling near them!
And I with a nostalgic deliberation-
Pondered why it was made insufficient?
After a series of thoughts-flashed the certainty:
Everything's because of us and only because of us!
Muting myself, moved ahead-unwilling to lose my turn for it!

Nanthinii Mohan

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