There was once a village,
With no means to survive,
No water, no cattle, no hills,
And no business which thrived.

Dry earth surrounded the place,
And the next town was so far away,
That, to travel it took days,
Through sand dunes and meandering ways.

There had been no drop of rain,
And years had been spent in vain,
Digging wells and making ponds,
For water that never stayed.

Yet days into months turned,
And people thought of new ways,
To survive and to carry on,
With their half-full, half-empty lives.

And on one such eerie night,
When one dug deep, searching water;
A black messy liquid one did find,
And suddenly there were many lamps to light.