POEM
My country is my soul.
My soil is my ornament .
Rivers of my country are my veins
Streams are my paths.
Himalayas are my height
Peak of world is my way to look to national identity.
Nation is my origin.
She is the identity.
Land is wide .
But it is reduced with fake neighbouring country.
My country is my pride.
My soil is my existence.
Parbat, Paiyun- 7