In the heart of Kashmir, serene and grand,
Dal Lake lies, with tales to understand.
At dawn, hues of gold streak the sky,
Painting the water, colors amplify.
Amidst this canvas, life starts to thrive,
Locals trade, their wares arrive,
Ethnic treasures, their livelihood’s gleam,
Shared stories in the morning’s dream.
Shikarawalas glide, showcasing delight,
Tourists enchanted by the scenic sight,
They traverse the waters, a mesmerising spree,
Experiencing Dal Lake’s sights a vibrant glee,
The morning market, a vibrant affair,
Local vegetables, a colorful glare,
Conversations bloom, laughter entwined,
Community spirit, beautifully defined.
Hazratbal Dargah, a sacred shrine,
Nestled on the banks, its aura divine,
Char Chinar whispers tales untold,
Centuries of stories, history unfold.
Pir Panjal’s pinnacle stand afar,
Majestic guardians, since ages they are,
Silent witnesses to Dal’s timeless play,
Adding grace to each passing day.
In Dal Lake’s moods, a symphony found,
Nature’s beauty and life’s profound,
An ode to this paradise, ever so grand,
Where every sight is a marvel, unplanned.
Musings of a Wanderer 