Drop by Drop

I sipped on a glass of warm water

It tasted distinct; but was it doing its job!

Lustily I seeked ice cubes,

They kissed the rim of the glass

Then they plunged to explore it’s depth

Soon drops of inhibition surfaced

Drop by Drop they bid adieu.

I sipped; I sipped; I sipped

It tasted distinct; it was doing it’s job.

But for how long could the moment hold on

The hunger for unsatiated thirst

Drew me towards that translucent web

And I seeked ice cubes all over again!!!

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