In the east geographically,
Lies the land of the rising sun,
Where mountains gouge the sky,
And with grace the rivers meander.
Arunachal Pradesh, a place divine,
Where nature paints the land scenic,
From snow-clad peaks to verdant valleys,
It's a sight that leaves one in delight.
The diversity here brims,
Complementing the charm of the place,
Tribes with myriad traditions thrive,
Each narrating stories of ancient times.
Exploring, from Tawang to Longding,
Unlocks tales from every corner,
The mysteries of this land unfold,
Revealing a paradise of nature and culture.
With fairs and festivals a plenty,
Unique dances and melodies galore,
The heritage of the tribes is showcased,
In colourful and vibrant decor.
The warmth of the people and the stories they tell,
Invites one to explore and delve,
Into the depths of Arunachal's magnificence,
A gem of a land having spellbinding essence.
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