fishing on the mining pond

The man at the mining pond

Under the cool breezy evening sky

With his fishing rod on line

He waits patiently for the fish to bite

The mining pond of bubbles

The rain water and the hawkers' stalls nearby

Feeding the pond with nutrients

The fishes will survive

Though there is a signage

Telling everyone no fishing here

On the record men had drowned

Wading too deep into the pond

The man with his fishing rod

Standing erect waiting for the fish bites

As the light begin to dim in the sky

Today he isn't lucky to catch any