Water Poem by Pushkar Bisht

Water



The water is flowing silently.
It disturbs no one.
It makes its way through the grass.
It satisfy everybody's thirst.
It there was no water,
we would not have survived so far;
The water is our life.
We can't live without water.
The water comes out from the pipe.

Sunday, April 12, 2020
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Pushkar Bisht

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