The Bad Event.

Last basket full of earth was filling An old pond that they were finishing To make a roadway for village convenience With all hue and cry of the people In the distant there in a tree I heard The cries of birds expressing their sadness And I tried to understand myself it Though it was impracticable for a man It seemed they were crying on the destruction And saying a best of peoples of old era Made this pond for public welfare From the pond we drank the water to quench thirst But unfortunate, you are filling it Within hours you have done it And we curse all of you humans the participants How cruel you are doing such a bad thing We have to seek another source of water In such drought it is too difficult You know ponds, lakes and water sources The common property of all of us.