When we first met
You were whiter than snow
And colder than ice.
I reminisce about
Hiking to your source --
A lake placid ---
And descending
Along the rocky slope
Hand in hand with you
Flowing incessantly.
I remember
Meeting a young man
Who got healed
Of snake venom
Plunging into your laps.
I have been witness
To your beauty eternal
And heard stories countless
Of you quenching
Travellers' thirst.
But
What did you get in return?
I can see
You have toned down
And turned brownish.
Somebody told me
The lake
Now is a happening spot
With boats ferrying
People making merry.
And
No longer
The migratory birds
Call it their home.
I am worried
How will you look like
When we meet again?
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