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A gateway to heaven
Yearning for beauty you can't define,
The uneven ranges of deodar and pine.
The heaven bows down,
To let the clouds be the crown to,
The snow topped mountains,
That steal away every pain.
The steep roads and high bridges,
That are more luring than riches.
The see through glass in form of river flows,
Is worth hundred of appreciation and thousand bows.
The clouds down life as rain spills
Amid green rustle of muddy hills.
The scenic beauty is infinite,
The reason for everyone's pride.
Living in beauty so serene
We were gifted with insight irene.
It has people with golden hearts.
Who master various arts.
This was a glimpse to my village
That can never be captured,
In just few image.
For they hold and hide a lot,
To be expressed just in few parts.
© dickey
The uneven ranges of deodar and pine.
The heaven bows down,
To let the clouds be the crown to,
The snow topped mountains,
That steal away every pain.
The steep roads and high bridges,
That are more luring than riches.
The see through glass in form of river flows,
Is worth hundred of appreciation and thousand bows.
The clouds down life as rain spills
Amid green rustle of muddy hills.
The scenic beauty is infinite,
The reason for everyone's pride.
Living in beauty so serene
We were gifted with insight irene.
It has people with golden hearts.
Who master various arts.
This was a glimpse to my village
That can never be captured,
In just few image.
For they hold and hide a lot,
To be expressed just in few parts.
© dickey
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