The well and its water
I bought a well from a man
From my neighbourhood
But he prevented me
From it to take out water
Saying that he sold the well
But not the content it has inside
Then I passed two days thinking
How to solve this imbroglio
The moment I stumbled
With a piece of a broken brick
Suddenly I found the solution
Now the well is mine alone
Then why I should keep
The water of its owner for free
I should charge him by litter
Out witted the man was
And kept him mum
For rest of the time
Until I set running water pipe line.
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