building wells in india
in the style of edward lear
**The Wondrous Wells of Woe**
In a village where shadows frolic and leap,
The earth breathes whispers, secrets to keep.
With pick and with shovel, the workers descend,
While monkeys above in the branches do bend.
"Dig deep!" cries old Ram, with a glint in his eye,
For legends of waters that flow through the dry.
But as the stones shatter, a whisper, a scream,
The well’s unearthly promise turns into a dream.
In the depths where the darkness and mystery dwell,
Are the spirits of sages—or merely a well?
For some may find fortune, a sip of delight,
While others just tremble, and vanish from sight.