Meenas PoemsIt was a drive round
nothing in a bound
with little or no sound
we drove across down
the villagers looked cheerful
villagers even more wonderful
all because of recent copious rains
diffused their trials and strains
a prosperity experienced not in feign
green and enchanting lie the fields
with paddy and maize indeed!
fecundity in the orchards and groves
coconuts, lemon, mangoes in rows
all could not compete with the villagers’ joy
though their countenance reflected coy.
A small area out there
fertile and cultivable mostly
yielding grains in tonnes
lying there for long near the city
not penetrated by expansion
not touched by pollution
a calm bed of paddy fields
slowly becoming vulnerable
with the city going further
would in no time become a site
as people call it over here
where buildings concrete would rise up
implying a vanish of the magical greenery
and the destruction of productivity
paying off the owner with a revenue in millions
while he reaped grains worth thousands
this being a bonanza great
lucrative to the individual
but a loss grave to the society at large
where there be no greenery any more
where there be no sustainable environment 
ever more
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