Wet, Deceptive and cold, is what it should be called,
But unfortunately its not,
The peak that never ends,
Goes on and on till the end,
With cold winds blowing across,
Trekking with the leeches was one hell of a cross,
Sliding a slipping here and there,
We made it to the top with no fear,
Pictures were captured,
Caves where explored,
Lakes and mountains of different shapes,
A crouching elephant and heart shape,
How often do we see such sights?
Gods own Country we might,
Statistics and thoughts were exchanged,
Made new Friends till the end,
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