Million years old water.
Water that I drink from the tap,
either chlorinated or just cleaner than clean.
Water that I drink from the filter,
chlorinated but not filtered appropriately.
Water that I drink from the stand pipe,
has lime residue and smell of the bleach.
Water that take from the well,
contaminated with pollutants of various grade.
Water that I scoop from the pit,
has the color and germs of its own.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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