Can I Get Some Water

Can I Get Some Water

There was a knock
She was there, sweating, exhausted
An empty bottle in hand
“Can I get some water?”

She irons our cloths,
Daily greets with smiles
Mum often gave her food,
In her, she carried a life.

In my vertical neighborhood, that day,
Not one showed the courtesy of water.
Even in a merciless heat,
Her caste shrouded their humanity

Mum gave her cold water,
Quenching and having her fill,
Before turning, she said,
No one opened the door.

People live too high in sky here,
But, it made me wonder,
May be they are the poor ones,
They can’t afford water. 

Siddharth Sehgal

Siddharth Sehgal is a poet, writer and editor of Indian Periodical

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