Poems At Water Treatment Plant

Life at the water treatment plant becomes difficult in rainy season. Turbid water from river demands accurate and efficient chemical treatment, else poor quality of water gushes through process, hampering the overall parameters of the plant and the drinking water norms are badly affected both for township drinking and plant drinking purpose. Yes, turbid water demands justice and if we fail to do poetic justice, chaos becomes prevalent and phone rings continuously asking for explanation. Forget about normal duty, we have to stay inside the plant till the quality is improved. Yes, this is the story of the water treatment plant. 

But my mobile and pure writer app in the deepest hour of the night still want my heart to ooze poems of love for you. Stringent checking of parameters of raw water and filter water don't allow my insomniac eyes to rest. Through the blue coloured water of the clarifier, I witness your ocean-like eyes and deal with their eloquence. I feel as if the blue colour sari of yours allures me to come near and touch your contour with grace. 

Yes, each time the blue water swells with pride with the quality, my heart pumps up vehement emotions and I feel as if you are holding me when I am checking the parameters. 

Yes, whenever, I move from equipment to equipment, you follow me to eradicate my aloofness. Wiping my sweat of tension, you try to calm me down osculating my lips. Putting an end to my flummoxed thoughts, you whisper, oh! Darling everything will be ok and situation will come to normalcy and you will not get flak from your respected seniors. 

Time slowly moves towards dawn to tryst with the golden rays of sun and you vanish and I see couple of poems on my app. Taking note of the last parameters and looking at the blue water, I blush and return to quarter.