The Place's Slow Change Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

once the rocky hills were beautiful
With full of bushes and wild flowering plants
Remembering the wild flowers with different colour
They stood us to greet in winter mornings
Drops of icy water covered in faces
They looked beautiful and enchanting
The bees were given a fair treat of honey
They flew when we crossed the pathways
Well understanding the human intervention
And imminent danger sometimes unexpected
Sudden appearance of wild hares for a second
And their jumps and running skills remembering
Nicety of life is joy and entertainment
The hares amused well in natures care
A stone throw was sufficient to hide in wild
Things are only the past and gone forever
Hills are inhabited by humans well
Slowly the place is a steady growth of homes.