There The Well.

The old man was digging and digging In the strong earth and rocky strata there He wished and willed for a good well Where enough water is there for all The scarcity of water is a curse there The people walked miles for a drinking The effort continued with a mission and spirit The poor man lived for his life mission Someday I will reach their to the water table And when the water scarcity ends there Alas! days and months, years passed His old worn out tools were unhelpful Still he worked for his mission to accomplish Prayed in silence to the nature silently One day he stood in the deep well inside There he heard a murmur somewhere We can help this man of effort and courage He must be blessed today or tomorrow The presence and flow of water we can make May he have a surprise tomorrow The poor man was half asleep it is said There the sound of flow heard in his mind Myth or reality he exclaimed himself However he escaped to the heights for life Following day he went to the work site Where doves, birds were playing with joy Where jackals and hairs were running here and there A small boy told the story to the old man Here our well have blessed father There the springs are laughing with joy The happiness that wonderfully visible The poor man his eyes were closed sometime There he continued in his comma throughout the life Someone took the cool water from the well Quenching the last thirst he breathed his last The wise and humanely service he fulfilled The well is still here we are enjoying.