The Common Well -Water. Poem by Subrata Ray

Each one digs his or her well,
Each one tries to reach bottom level,
Each earthing is an episode to his tale.

Each layer of soil, of human coil,
Has its specific, color, and property,
As you cut and remove, remove and cut,
You grow and become with new to newer art.

You need the Holy-water to quench your thirst,
You need to content, the desire of your bust,
So you dig, and dig on, and dig you must!

If your hero, can throw, soil, mud, stone and sand,
And with all toil, can sail, and reach the deepest level,
He would have the ever cherished water of common base,
And a link he would get, a link he would set, among all race.

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