SIKKIM
SIKKIM The air a comfortable chill The land a pleasant green The sounds echoing with a trill The sights never before seen The roads a gradual decline The architecture, it's just so fine The hills each a pattern of its own The place, from paradise, it's a loan The river with its own notes and chords The birds now taking the lead The harmony, oh kings and lords Steady and majestic like a steed The rocks having their own story to tell The orchids have cast a spell The wind a tad bit calmer The clouds, they have never felt closer