History of a Hillock

A decade and a half ago, there stood a hillock Distant from the chaos of busy cities Serene and natural for ages. One day the hill was thought Good for more than a rural farm Then new houses emerged one by one Heralding a move to modernity. Architects of the new face Marked arrival of a new era; And promised to work for more; Great men praised the initiation. The green hill of the old times Greeted giant buildings and new plantations. No doubt, the place now prides In its new attire and face, While new road and new building Welcome minds manifold That crave for wisdom and growth; And climb the well-paved paths, Eager and intent to go higher, Ecstatic at the success, And on their share of the changes ahead; Great men endorse their growth In awe, amazement And the spirit of belonging; With smile of satisfaction And sense of guardianship, Which lightens up these zealous faces. The hill now has a different life, Of variegated faces and emotions, Written in every new creation, And in the remains of the old times.