Waterless well,
Having many room,
Many lockless door,
Muddy mud filled the rooms!
Fishes are dying,
Oxygen betrayed them,
No water to provide 'em air,
Death is dancing on deary fishes.
Waterless well,
winter's message is here,
Wilderness is becoming a reality,
Shall we live thirsty or die now?
Rain and dew visited
Waterless well,
Yet, nothing to prove.
Fountain of water becomes desert.
I told myself,
let my life be not like
Waterless well,
That gives futile hope to many.
I told myself,
I don't want to be the cause
Of others death,
I want to be source of life.
I just want to be
That Well that gives life,
Hope, Happiness and health,
Even to every thankless wretch.
Above all, I want to show
Forth the blessings that rain
On me every blessed rainy day.
And grateful being will tell me
"Thanks For being there even in winter."
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