Miles and miles of ruminant tranquility & hours together of rutilant snow
Ensconced among esoteric peaks lies
an alembic land not many still know
Each young pebble on its riverbed
is a passage from a picturesque poetry
Each old grain of sand raised by
the byrr, bows before its rugged ancestry
Every night an
inky cover, conjures up a million charms from far and wide
Only to reveal the marmots and
the magpies when the sunrays pull it aside
Adorned by austere ferns and
flowers, numinous streams pleached to one
It hails the solitary spirit
seeking enlightenment, into its ascetic kingdom
Every smile here is a precious
treasure, to be gathered all along your way
As you tread across this medieval
moon land, greeting everyone a ‘Julley’!
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