Kakolat Waterfall, Nawada

- Aradhye Ackshatt

Of yore there was a king of old

In Treta Yug was his story told

Angered a sage with words bold

Curses! As a snake he must mold

At the feet of the gushing water

Carving rock with natural power

Must he spend eternity, coiled

Imagine as his patience boiled

Cascading like a bride’s luscious locks

Legends wrapped around it like snakes

Mahabharatian myths speak of its curses

Pandavs passing through: the coil breaks

Eternally thankful the king rises

Repentant reptile, he surmises

Never, to his 5 heroes he cries

Shall he ever utter sneaky lies

Once they bathe in this pure waterfall

The Pandavs declare, hear you all,

Rid of their sins the pious will be

And live in heaven for eternity 

So are told the myths of Kakolat

To feel the truth, visit you must!