In bottom of a dried well
Lying like a writhing fish
Longing for water's smell
But Thou denied my wish
I might die in that plight
But I know, not very far
Murmurs a river all the night
Its sound too reaches me
O Almighty! give me might
To be out, to see me free
Lo! I see vital drops like dew
So I just wanted to thank you
But got the most terrible shock
At a spitting king cobra's view
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