In Shimla's hills, where dreams take flight
With dawn's first blush Digvijay takes his stride
Each morning stroll a sacred rite
In nature's embrace his soul resides.

The mist clad peaks a tranquil scene
Whispers of pine in the morning serene
With every step a heart's release
In Shimla's hills his worries cease.

Through winding paths, he finds his way
As sunlight dances in a golden...