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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Meenas Poems 