Doda { Poetry }

 In the heart of Jammu and Kashmir, there lies a gem,

District Doda, where beauty and culture blend.

Nestled amidst majestic mountains tall,

Its allure captivates, enchanting all.

Oh, Doda! Land of vibrant hues,

Where nature paints the sky in breathtaking views.

From Chenab's embrace to lush green valleys,

Every corner whispers ancient tales, true alleys.

In the morning's embrace, the mist gently rises,

Revealing the secrets of nature's surprises.

Birds sing melodies in the crisp mountain air,

While streams dance freely, without a care.

Echoes of folklore, in every breeze they sway,

Stories of valor, passed down, day by day.

From the brave warriors to the saints so wise,

Their spirits linger, under Doda's skies.

Doda, where cultures converge and thrive,

A tapestry of traditions, keeping them alive.

From the warmth of Dogri to the sweetness of Pahadi,

Each language spoken, a symphony, melodically.

The beat of Doda's heart, rhythmic and pure,

Echoes through villages, an enduring allure.

In every festival, in every song, in every dance,

The essence of Doda's spirit, a timeless trance.

Step into its markets, bustling and alive,

Colors and flavors, in abundance, they thrive.

From the aroma of spices to the crafts on display,

Doda's soul shines bright, in every way.

Oh, how the mountains stand tall and proud,

Guardians of Doda, where dreams are allowed.

In their silent embrace, a sanctuary found,

Where peace reigns supreme, without a sound.

As the sun sets beyond the horizon's reach,

Painting the sky in shades of peach,

Doda's beauty, a sight to behold,

A symphony of colors, a story untold.

So let us cherish this land, this treasure divine,

Where beauty and culture forever intertwine.

For in the heart of Doda, magic thrives,

A testament to the land where dreams revive.