SHIMLA TRIP

================================================UDDALAK BANERJEE(UBJ)
Up in the land where winters hiss,
crowds lit fires to give the cold its shoulder,
Up at night as the lanturns light,
the valley of dreams comes to sight.

In the pale moon light,
the temples far right ,
chimes again to make the sound so bright,
that brings delight to the heart of a knight.


When the gossamer fades away,
The silent prayers heals shows our way,
Zephyr blows and in the forests we lost,
grope our way back to the light of a coast.