Mussoorie Poem by Pradip Dasgupta

Oh the queen of mountains!
So peaceful and untouchable.
From where you got your beauty.
Your views of cloud touching
mountains are mesmerizing.
The fall of water running down your
head seems to be water running
down from a beautiful girl.
Where nature, purity, beauty
and freshness all live up together.
Where beautiful alpine and mansur
tree are your cloth.
Where road seems like a walk
of a young beautiful women full
of youth.