In the abyss of my mind
A golden glow of past glory
An unspoken message lies
Within your limpid eyes
Of heartfelt love and care
That dispels nightmare
And nostalgia of bygone days;
It leaves me amazed.
Those meandering vales and hills,
Sweet strain from them fills,
That blest and beautiful plain;
I am back in Khaling again!
Amidst the attar of flowers
Under cool and clean showers,
They come to me in dreams,
Those memories in streams.
Oh! Khaling is a heaven of a place
That sacred dangling lake its grace;
The atmosphere is so jolly;
There falling in love is no folly;
And when a night, a ghostly light
Comes calling to sight
And the spirit through the dark peep-
The enchanted valley is fast asleep.
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