MOUNT KUNCHENJUNGA
Till its bright, till one’s sight,
It’s all white, it’s all white.
Silver flakes have covered,
Or billion tonnes milk is poured;
From here, clouds look down,
It is my Country’s Crown.
Cloth of snow is spread
and Snowy is the run,
Rocks & plants have to wait,
Months, to see the sun;
Snowy mountain wearing
snowy gown,
It is my country’s crown.
The horizon turns golden
In the morning Sun rays,
Springs fall shouting
Give me the way;
A place, like Angel’s town,
It is my country’s crown.
The God’s unique architect,
Beyond one’s belief;
Creatures stepping here,
Surely get relief;
A Wonder place, nature has grown;
It is my country’s crown.
by - S. D. Tiwari
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