The Roadside Tap

The beggar quenches his thirst The clerk fill his bottle must From its spout pouring water’s gush Don’t ask one belongs to which class! In the conglomerate of disparity It stands a symbol of equity At everyone’s beck and call Flowing for one and all! It’s like for all one stop Pause here a thief and a cop Throats parched in summer heat Get cooled in its reviving treat! An oasis on any sun-burnt day Its sparkling drops seem to jovially say Come friend get cooled in my gush I’ll never ask you your class!