Sunday 16 June 2013

and quiet flows the Nubra.........






  For centuries from beneath
                     the black snout, it flows,
  On moonlit nights like
                   pearl, River Nubra glows,

  Journeying from Base Camp
                               it meanders along,
  Joins Shyok River at Khalsar
                           village singing a song,

  She fascinates travellers with
                             her mystical charms,
  And welcomes one and all
                             with extended arms,

  Often sounds of gun fire
                     break valley's tranquillity,
  High mountains on sides
                    guard her pristine beauty,

  Burning pyres on her banks fill
                       her heart with sadness,
  Unmindful of national frontiers 
                           and man's madness,

  Without a sacrifice in Siachen
                         not a single day goes,
  Numerous stony graves tell tales 
                    of India's unsung heroes,

  In snow or hail; sun or rain;
                    through misty meadows,
  Weathering many a storm,
                      quiet the `Nubra' flows,

                       ******           

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