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.