From dawn to dusk I see him dig,
To quench the thirst of young and big.
Wells and tubes are running dry.
Water! Water! is each ones cry.
Building a concrete jungle is human game,
People run only after name and fame.
Forgetting their follies at each life turn,
They cut the trees and let them burn.
Now the day in our lives have come,
When water is bought with money some.
Wells and tubes are running dry
Water ! Water! is each ones cry.
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