I was sitting beside a lake on an evening,
A lake forgotten, with hopes teeming
Odd that a lake was crying of tears,
Watching the villagers before leaving
The lake never saw greatness flowing,
Truly a bizarre behaviour it was showing
Then how come the villagers left it,
That one day it shall flow, after knowing
They abandoned the lake, and its fate,
Now the lake was trying to get a mate
Thus, I went to it and asked for a hand,
That the lake might get dry in the wait
Then my eyes got the sight of a broken boat,
I was onto the point that to run it needs to float
Was sure that once there was greatness flowing,
What happened that made it to have a dry throat
I tried, searched for hours and miles,
Hoping that I may find some files
Reached the fake end of it, where a thick wall was built,
Place where there were buried smiles
Picked a sledgehammer and struck the wall hard,
Broke it and its pride and greed and made it scarred
Like if I am the Godfather of the lake, giving it back its honour,
Prideful that the lake shall presume me as its guard
The lake was once again filled with wisdom and happiness,
Seeking a new environment to regain its Greatness
Though the villagers thought the lake was forever to be dry
But the lake was just forgotten and with lack of kindness.