The Duty Bound. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

The last drop of water in the well
That dried in this summer season
The open well looks as a large pit
Where it is as a helpless friend
Silently telling that I am helpless
To provide you the drinking water
The scorching sun made the mistake
When Looked to the sun, it seemed to me
As the cause of depletion of drinking water
The accusing finger to my own face
That nearby bushes and trees are cut
When it gave enough shades to the well
There was no mistake, well duty bound.