The sky is full of black clouds
Light rainshower is pouring down
Soft cool breeze is brushing my face
I can see snow-covered peaks
From the point that is my base
I can see the clouds up there too
I'm enjoying the pleasant weather
I'm sitting in the most beautiful house
The clouds seem like white soapy lather
Oh! This beauty of Kashmir
I can't resist
Oh! This beauty creates by God
Is still persist.
The birds are chirping on the roof
Trees are swinging gleefully in the
air
A house of pure white marble I can see
With a kind of beauty that's really rare
That's the beauty of Kashmir
Silent and rare in its own kind
A beauty that nowhere else can u find
I can hear the calls for prayer
In different pitches,at different pace
But about being religious these days
Does anybody really care?
Its the setting time of fireball
O! People wake up duty calls.
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