From Kathmandu's misty veil, I set out to roam,
Seeking the sacred, where souls make their home.
A journey through the hills, where rivers sing and flow,
To Haridwar's ghats, where prayers and wishes grow.
The Ganges' golden light, a beacon in the night,
Guides me to Rishikesh, where yoga and wisdom take flight.
The ashrams and temples, a haven for the soul,
Where ancient secrets whisper, and the heart is made whole.
In Dehradun's hills, the scent of incense fills the air,
As I wander through the streets, without a care.
The Doon Valley's beauty, a tapestry so fine,
Weaves together nature's splendor, and the divine.
Lucknow's regal charm, a city of grandeur and might,
A fusion of cultures, where love and beauty take flight.
The Imambara's marble halls, a testament to faith,
Where stories of old whisper secrets, and the heart finds its path.
This journey through the land, a pilgrimage of the heart,
Where every step reveals, a piece of our divine art.
The memories etched deep, like the lines on a face,
A reminder of the journey, from which we cannot erase.
May the blessings of the gods, be upon this land,
And may our hearts forever hold, this sacred hand.
© Jerry