Echoes of kashmir

Beneath the amber canopy of chinar leaves, Rivers murmur secrets the mountains weave. Ancient streets, etched with laughter and lore, Whisper of yesterdays, yet beckon for more. Snow-laden peaks in austere repose, Reflect the hope that in every heart grows. Seasons wane, yet the soul endures, Kashmir breathes in every stone, every moor. Evening zephyrs carry memory’s refrain, Of blossoms, of monsoons, of sunlit rain. Here, in leaf, river, and weathered stone, The essence of Kashmir eternally intones.