There The Well. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

The old man was digging and digging
In the strong earth and rocky strata there
He wished and willed for a good well
Where enough water is there for all
The scarcity of water is a curse there
The people walked miles for a drinking
The effort continued with a mission and spirit
The poor man lived for his life mission
Someday I will reach their to the water table
And when the water scarcity ends there
Alas! days and months, years passed
His old worn out tools were unhelpful
Still he worked for his mission to accomplish
Prayed in silence to the nature silently
One day he stood in the deep well inside
There he heard a murmur somewhere
We can help this man of effort and courage
He must be blessed today or tomorrow
The presence and flow of water we can make
May he have a surprise tomorrow
The poor man was half asleep it is said
There the sound of flow heard in his mind
Myth or reality he exclaimed himself
However he escaped to the heights for life
Following day he went to the work site
Where doves, birds were playing with joy
Where jackals and hairs were running here and there
A small boy told the story to the old man
Here our well have blessed father
There the springs are laughing with joy
The happiness that wonderfully visible
The poor man his eyes were closed sometime
There he continued in his comma throughout the life
Someone took the cool water from the well
Quenching the last thirst he breathed his last
The wise and humanely service he fulfilled
The well is still here we are enjoying.