Amidst the whispers of the morning mist,
Lies the tranquil beauty, a land so kissed,
By natureâs hand, with strokes so fine,
Kashmirâs splendor, a gift divine.
The rivers sing a melodious tune,
Under the watchful eye of the moon,
Through verdant meadows they gently flow,
Reflecting the skies in an azure glow.
The mountains stand, a sentinel’s grace,
Cloaked in snow, a timeless embrace,
Guardians of dreams, that soar and climb,
Touching the heavens, beyond time.
Blossom fields that dance in breeze,
Spreading scents that the soul appease,
In Kashmir’s heart, beauty resides,
An eternal charm, where peace abides.