Upon the peaks, where heaven meets the sky,
The morning sun on Kanchanjanga's crest
Casts golden rays that dazzle every eye,
A crown of light upon the mountain's breast.
The snow-clad heights, like mirrors, gleam and shine,
In winter's hush, the world is bathed in grace.
A sight so pure, so endlessly divine,
That stirs the soul and lifts the heart's embrace.
The dawn ignites a symphony of light,
Each beam a blessing on the mind and soul,
And man, who gazes, feels his spirit bright,
Transcending earth, at once both healed and whole.
To see this peak is to be born anew,
In Darjeeling, with heaven in your view.
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