From Kashmir to Kanyakumari

From Kashmir to Kanyakumari

  (A Poem covering all the Indian States –A Poem by Dr. Bilal Ahmad Bhat) 

From the icy peaks where the rivers flow,
Kashmir whispers secrets only the mountains know.
With valleys of green and skies so wide,
Where the saffron blooms, and eagles glide.
Kashmir, the crown, where the earth meets the sky,
In the land of beauty, dreams soar high.

Next, we journey south where the plains stretch far,
To the land of Punjab, under the evening star.
Fields of golden wheat, and rivers so pure,
In the heart of India, their culture endures.
The sound of the dhol, the warmth of the embrace,
Punjab’s spirit shines in every face.

Haryana calls with its fields of might,
A land where farmers work day and night.
From the farms to the cities, the ambition grows,
In the heart of the nation, a spirit that glows.

Delhi, the capital, where history breathes,
The Red Fort and Qutub, the past it weaves.
A city of contrasts, of power and grace,
Where dreams take root in every space.

Uttarakhand stands with its mountains so high,
Rivers that sparkle, under the blue sky.
The temples that whisper of gods and kings,
In the lap of the Himalayas, where peace springs.

Himachal Pradesh, with its cool winds that blow,
Where the apples bloom and the snowflakes glow.
From Manali to Shimla, the hills hold their sway,
In Himachal’s heart, beauty never fades away.

Uttar Pradesh, land of temples and tales,
Where the Ganga flows, and history prevails.
From Varanasi’s ghats to Agra’s Taj,
This state is where culture and heritage merge.

Bihar, a land of courage and strife,
Where the past echoes with the pulse of life.
From Nalanda’s ruins to Patna’s rise,
A state that soars under vast skies.

Madhya Pradesh, the heart of the land,
With ancient forts and jungles so grand.
From Khajuraho’s temples to Sanchi’s peace,
Madhya Pradesh, where cultures never cease.

Chhattisgarh, where the forests are deep,
A land of beauty where the rivers sleep.
The tribals’ wisdom, the tribal song,
In Chhattisgarh, you’ll feel you belong.

Odisha’s shores where the sea meets the sand,
The land of temples, the holy land.
From Puri’s Rath Yatra to Konark’s sun,
Odisha’s beauty will never be undone.

West Bengal, where the rivers weave,
From the Sundarbans, the city that breathes.
Kolkata, the cultural capital of the East,
In every corner, a feast of history, a feast.

Sikkim, a gem, where the mountains kiss the sky,
With flowers in bloom and rivers running by.
In its stillness, there’s peace to find,
In Sikkim’s embrace, you free your mind.

Assam, where the tea gardens rise,
Under the watchful, ever-changing skies.
In Kaziranga’s heart, the rhinos roam,
Assam’s beauty feels like home.

Nagaland, where the tribes dance and sing,
A land of courage, a place where hearts spring.
In the hills of Nagaland, traditions hold strong,
Where the songs of the past still play along.

Manipur, the land of the rising sun,
Where the battles were fought, and victories won.
From Loktak’s waters to Imphal’s grace,
Manipur’s beauty is a radiant space.

Mizoram, with its hills and skies so clear,
A land of serenity, so pure, so dear.
In the mist and the rain, the forests grow tall,
Mizoram’s beauty stands proud for all.

Tripura’s valleys with their quiet charm,
The hills are a song, the land is warm.
From the temples of Ujjayanta to the clear blue sky,
Tripura’s spirit is forever high.

Meghalaya, the abode of the clouds,
Where the waterfalls roar, and nature is proud.
In Cherrapunji, the rains always fall,
Meghalaya, the land where peace stands tall.

Arunachal Pradesh, with the mountains that rise,
Where the sun kisses earth, and the spirit flies.
The land of the dawn, where the rivers meet,
Arunachal’s beauty is a melody so sweet.

Now, we turn south, where the warmth prevails,
In Tamil Nadu, where the culture never fails.
From Chennai’s streets to Madurai’s shrine,
Tamil Nadu’s spirit forever shines.

Kerala, God’s own land by the sea,
With backwaters and beaches, so wild and free.
From the tea gardens of Munnar to Kovalam’s shore,
In Kerala, you’ll always want more.

Karnataka, with its hills and plains,
From Coorg’s coffee to the ancient lanes.
Bangalore’s tech, Mysore’s charm,
In Karnataka, you’ll find endless warmth.

And then comes Andhra Pradesh, a land of grace,
Where history’s written on every face.
From the temples of Tirupati to Araku’s hills,
In Andhra’s heart, life always thrills.

Telangana, where the Charminar stands,
And the scent of biryani fills the lands.
Hyderabad’s pulse, the history it keeps,
In Telangana, the soul never sleeps.

Maharashtra, where the city never sleeps,
Mumbai’s lights, the dreams it keeps.
From Pune’s winds to Nashik’s vines,
In Maharashtra, success shines.

Goa, where the sea meets the sand,
With a sunset that paints the land.
In the shacks and the beaches, you’ll find your soul,
Goa’s magic will make you whole.

Gujarat, the land of Gandhi’s dream,
Where the Sabarmati flows and the culture gleams.
From Kutch’s desert to the Gir’s wild,
In Gujarat, you’ll feel like a child.

And finally, we reach Kanyakumari’s shore,
Where the sun rises and the spirits soar.
From the Vivekananda Rock to the ocean’s tide,
In Kanyakumari, all hearts collide.

From Kashmir to Kanyakumari, a journey of grace,
Each state a story, each face a trace.
In every corner, a tale to be told,
In India’s heart, you’ll find dreams unfold.

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