Every morning
I’d been hearing
sounds of water gushing
and quickly draining
in the sink
I would never think
there was a human being
over there using

For lack of time I never
bothered to play checker
but it pricked by member
because my dad’s a plumber
Continued for some days another

Then on a day another
I went forth near the shower
Couldn’t believe a possible father
Stark naked in front of the mirror
Looking like a waster
Had opened the water
Which was flowing like a river

I said hi to him
And continued to ask him
Whether he’d use all the water
Gathered in the collector
Having turned towards me
He kept looking at me
Not answering the question
I had asked with a notion

I gathered some mor
courage to play advisor
Told him the scarcity of water
And that we all should endeavour
To become a saver
Especially of pipe-borne water
To use it wisely
And not block-headedly

Still he wouldn’t respond
So I left him and his small pond
Back in my room I listened
For if his attitude had changed
It wasn’t immediate
Perhaps to feign checkmate
But he became a turner
And sound of gushing water
Reduced to little drops
At least to create mutual winners

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