In the heart of Kashmir, where the gentle winds sing,
Valleys stretch wide under an azure sky,
Emerald carpets of meadows, where wildflowers spring,
A paradise on earth where beauty never dies.

The Dal Lake mirrors the heavens above,
With shikaras gliding like dreams in the night,
Whispers of love in the ripples thereof,
A tranquil escape bathed in silver moonlight.

Majestic peaks, the sentinels of the land,
Crowned with snow, they rise in silent grace,
Guardians of stories in whispers of sand,
Their timeless beauty no artist can trace.

Under maple canopies, where shadows dance,
The soul finds solace, the heart finds peace,
In Kashmir’s embrace, every moment’s a chance,
To lose oneself and let time gently cease.