In the valley where the saffron blooms,
Beneath the towering Chinar trees,
Whispers of peace weave through the air,
As the Himalayan winds carry tales of yore.
Snow-capped peaks kiss the azure skies,
Reflecting dreams in the Dal Lake’s eyes,
Shepherds sing of love and loss,
In the heart of Kashmir, where beauty lies.
The shikara glides on tranquil waters,
Each ripple a story, each wave a song,
Echoes of laughter, whispers of sorrow,
In the land where time moves gently along.
Beneath the silent, starlit nights,
Hope rises with each morning sun,
Kashmir, a land of endless grace,
Where every dawn a new story is spun.