VALLEY OF FLOWERS
All through the rippling river,
All through the majestic hills,
I saw pink reflections of balsam quiver
And its petals flutter with thrill.
As I rise up high through the meadow
Bestowed with floral splashes,
I see my despair leave as shadows
Contrasting past and present clashes.
Perfect symmetrical Pink balsams.
At a glance leaves you in wonder.
Is it pixie dust behind these blossoms
Or mystic hands? It's up to you to ponder.
Devbhumi the Land of gods
Some give it this name.
Such a blissful visual reward.
The most beautiful place in the world
I'll confidently claim!
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