Through winding paths and treacherous slopes,
We venture where the mountain hopes
To touch the sky, a realm divine,
Where nature's grandeur stands sublime.
From Taluka's thatched-roof shops we start,
Each step a challenge to the heart.
The river rushes far below,
A constant friend, a potential foe.
Doubt creeps in as daylight fades,
In Seema's embrace, our spirit wades.
But morning brings renewed desire,
To climb again, to venture higher.
On mule-back now, through snow-kissed air,
Har Ki Dun Trek beyond compare.
A cradle vast, this valley grand,
Where time and space, in awe, expand.
Brown hills give way to pristine white,
A humbling, awe-inspiring sight.
In silence, nature's grandeur speaks,
Of adventures past and future seeks.
