Terong

The rustle of trees
the sweep of the fronds
on the remote hills of
Terong, a small village
in Malaysia. known for its
waterfalls will soon become
a hub to the hustle
of the traffic of an Highway
newly coming up.

The serenity of the place
give place to noise and sound,
The growls of boars and the cooing
of birds will no longer be heard. ‘
The commercials will
soon emerge imperious.There
occurs a disappearance of
fauna and flora of the hills
The silence is sealed,

The insignificant village
l gains prominence
as a transaction hub,
a tourist spot. A deviant
of its past the developments
brings revenue. Life style
changes intercept and the rustic
gives way to sophistication.
A change for better or worse.
one does not know.