Winged Termite

It was rainy season
 The sky was cloudy.
 Some children were playing there, hoping that it would not rain.
 Then they sang
 They sat near the trunk of the termite
 hidden in the soil
 called by song for rain.

 Oh Termite! Oh Termite! your father and mother lying dead in the bank of the lake.
 That Termite doesn't know that they will call us lovingly and kill us by saying our father and mother's name.
 Not knowing which one believed their word.
 First comes a termite
 Then comes another
 One followed the other
 Everything will be captured in the hands of these children.
 And then before the next rain
 They took all the collected termites to their home.
 dried under the sun
 ate it  mixing with sugar.
To the termite who was tricked by the call of the boys by cunningly singing
 Don't know anything.
 Too bad those boys are aspirant.
 Without any guilt, though they caught the termites and ate them
 Both of them are ignorant.