Hurst
From Kariz (chain of wells)
Came water like magic
Filled a pond, reservoir
Then tunneled to the farm
Bravo to the men
Hard workers; cracked hands
On the way, ‘leading stream'
Work-shovels moved the sand
Blocked it or led it, ‘the current'
To thirsty; land with womb
Filled of seeds and ready
To give birth; that bless
That hillock is called "Hurst"
But for me it's Vareh.
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