We have borewells at home.
One, two and three,
going to the depths.
150 feet, 450 feet, 1000 feet. All
have turned dry, forcing us
to procure water.
Expenses above expenses,
we build a tank in the garden.
Store the water for ten days,
fill the water tank at the top
every day. Electricity bill
inflates
The bought water is adequate
for our personal needs, insufficient
for the garden, which wears a deathlike pallor.
In between, I water the plants
and trees, shortening the period.
ten days to five, They require much more.
I do with pain and shame
How conceited I am?
I chide myself.
Heartless, callous
wicked, I stand, making
a wretch of myself.
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