In the cradle of the Himalayas, where whispers meet the sky,Lie the valleys of Kashmir, where ancient echoes softly sigh.The rivers dance in moonlight, their murmur a gentle song,While the saffron fields sway, in colors bold and strong.Oh, land of endless wonder, where nature’s art is spun,The chinar trees stand tall, their leaves kissed by the sun.In every breeze, a story, in every shadow, a dream,The harmony of whispers, flows like a crystal stream.Among the snowy peaks, where silence reigns supreme,The soul finds peace and solace, in this celestial dream.The shepherds sing of legends, as the pashmina weaves its tale,Through the valleys and the mountains, where time seems to stand still.Kashmir, your beauty eternal, a canvas rich and vast,Where every dawn is a promise, and every dusk a past.In your embrace, a serenity, that words cannot define,A poem of nature’s splendor, a treasure so divine.