A Glass Of Water Poem by ANJANDEV ROY

He is a thirsty traveller,
He needs a glass of fresh and pure water
To quench his thirst,
For this he moves here and there,
But he gets it nowhere,
The water is polluted everywhere,
Being extremely tired and disappointed,
The wayfarer takes rest under a tree,
At last a little child comes to him
With a glass of refined drinking water,
But it's too late,
The thirsty traveller is dead,
The loving child shed tears in absolute pain and grief.