The snow-capped peak
Sneered at the change.
The wooden rooftops
Replaced by iron sheets
And the stone walls
Replaced by kiln bricks.
The beauty in uniformity
Had given way to modernity.
The landscape looked
Like tattered patches.
A scarred face,
Like shadows on the moon.
The village strove for change,
Stoked ambitions
To turn into a town.
But the silly peak
Wanted the time to stop,
Freeze in the past.
The villagers built roads,
brought vehicles.
And the vehicles
Brought everything.
With amenities galore
The village jeered at the peak
Scoffed at its wrinkles,
The dwindling snowline.
The peak decided to keep mum
And watch karma take over.
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