ABODE OF SNOW
ABODE OF SNOW
Our native beast to spread the sheen,
Scroll a bit to know what does it mean.
Nothing but an over-sized range.
Blinking still? It's not that strange.
Freezing temps of shivering snow,
To tell you all somewhat I know.
Proud to hold such a pride,
Lucky to be on a richer side.
Blanket of white with watery wells,
Chilly cherry like ruby bells.
Ranging high with layered rocks,
It's time to pack your boots'n'socks.
Peaks'n'downs plenty, oh! there.
Hard to find a scape so rare.
The brimming blues and grass of green,
And falling flakes to add some sheen.
The land of wishes we come across,
Holy lakes like a moat of moss.
Crouch-Move caves a lot to find.
They neither harm, just have in mind.
Wide-Spread silver now glowing gold,
Smoothly shaped with many a fold.
Amidst the beau a frozen hour,
To taste the land sweet'n'sour.
It's nothing but the 'Abode Of Snow', Himalayas.
Our native beast to spread the sheen,
Scroll a bit to know what does it mean.
Nothing but an over-sized range.
Blinking still? It's not that strange.
Freezing temps of shivering snow,
To tell you all somewhat I know.
Proud to hold such a pride,
Lucky to be on a richer side.
Blanket of white with watery wells,
Chilly cherry like ruby bells.
Ranging high with layered rocks,
It's time to pack your boots'n'socks.
Peaks'n'downs plenty, oh! there.
Hard to find a scape so rare.
The brimming blues and grass of green,
And falling flakes to add some sheen.
The land of wishes we come across,
Holy lakes like a moat of moss.
Crouch-Move caves a lot to find.
They neither harm, just have in mind.
Wide-Spread silver now glowing gold,
Smoothly shaped with many a fold.
Amidst the beau a frozen hour,
To taste the land sweet'n'sour.
It's nothing but the 'Abode Of Snow', Himalayas.
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