After a month of silence, storm, and shade,
Pahalgam wakes where memories fade.
The river hums its silver tune once more,
While pine trees whisper what came before.
The meadows stretch in emerald pride,
Snow melts gently from the mountainside.
Shattered paths now find their pace,
Winds return with a softer grace.
Shutters rise in shops once closed,
Laughter echoes where hush imposed.
The shepherd sings, the pony walks,
The valley breathes, the silence talks.
Hope returns on the chinar’s breeze,
With every blossom, the heart finds ease.
After the storm, a peaceful track—
Pahalgam smiles, its spirit back.
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