It is a Valley of Ghosts. With imprints of lives Frozened in it's space. Let to sit and overgrown in time. With all it's greens And it's windy chimes. The laughter and sighs Of the magnificent climb, Is what the mountain holds. And every step of the way Will be forever gold.
This is for Dzukho valley and it's mountain, which is situated in the Eastern most region of India. It is empty yet full with moments and natural splendors.