The Past One. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

The beautiful hill disappearing for ever
With a past history of great events
Looking westwards to the Arabian sea
It stood like a little mountain
Seeing the passing ships in distance
Allowing the gracing cows around
And storing water from the rains
And filtering the water allowed to flow
The hill is slowly disappearing forever
The less gratitude shown to the hill
Or no one remembering the importance
It has tales to tell to the loving minds
Where several young hearts retreated
To share their love and future plans
The hill listened but not told to anyone
Thankfully the young ones loved the hill
As their own friend and grand uncle
The beautiful hill will be a past memory
No remains will be available there
There comes a great structured building
The story of hill will be a past one