Srinagar Tales Poem by Sumita Jetley

In the cradle of the Himalayas, where the earth meets the sky,
Lies Srinagar, a city where dreams softly lie.
Maya arrived with a heart full of grace,
To a land where nature and culture embrace.

The morning sun kissed Dal Lake with gold,
Shikaras danced, their stories untold.
Maya stood by the water's gentle edge,
Lost in the beauty, she made her silent pledge.

But Maya's life, though rich in scenes,
Lacked the vibrant colors of lively dreams.
She yearned for hues that love could bring,
For joy, for laughter, for the song of spring.

As she wandered, a splash of red,
From chinar leaves that overhead spread.
These fiery leaves whispered in the breeze,
"Find your colors, and be at ease."

In the bustling market, colors came alive,
With pashminas in hues that seemed to thrive.
The deep blues, the vibrant greens,
Awoke in Maya a sense unseen.

A flash of orange from a vendor's cart,
Brought warmth and light into her heart.
She laughed with children playing nearby,
And felt the colors of life multiply.

In the Mughal Gardens, a vibrant array,
Of flowers in bloom, as if to say,
"Life is more than just black and white,
It's the colors that make it bright."

Maya met a local, with a heart so warm,
Who added color to her life's calm storm.
They shared stories under a crimson sky,
As the golden sun began to die.

The wazwan feast, with dishes so bright,
Filled her with colors, with pure delight.
The spices danced on her tongue with flair,
And Maya felt love in the vibrant air.

As the stars twinkled in the night's embrace,
Maya found color in every place.
In every smile, in every tear,
The colors of Srinagar were crystal clear.

Under the stars, by the lake once more,
Maya sat with a heart full of lore.
Srinagar, not just a place to see,
But a palette of life, wild and free.

With every step, every smile, every word,
Maya's life was painted, her spirit stirred.
In the valley of dreams, where rivers glide,
Maya's heart bloomed, with love as her guide.

As the waters lapped and the night grew deep,
Maya found peace in the valley's keep.
With dreams of colors, vibrant and strong,
Srinagar's whispers will stay with her long.