The Past One.

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