Kashmir (God’s Own Paradise)

A place where the green essence is smelt,

Where the birds chirp day and night

The presence of someone really special is felt,

In this place at great height.

Where the river flows between the mountains,

The trees keep growing on

The valley is decorated, imaginary fountains,

The memory in your mind will never be gone.

Where the plants dance in the wild breeze,

They sing the song back to you

A place where you can lie down at ease,

On your back, simply admiring the blue.

Snow-capped peaks reflect the sun’s light,

As they melt, they flow down the slope

And keep flowing down till night,

Joining the brimming brook is their last hope.

This place feels like home, where you can have a great time,

What you earn is an experience really special and nice

All the time you spend here is chanting a rhyme,

This place is also known as the God’s Own Paradise.