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.
