The Bad Event. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

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.