Where dawn first unveils its golden lights,
Darjeeling rests, a jewel divine,
Nature's masterpiece, an eternal shrine.
At Tiger Hill, where mornings blaze,
Sunrise dances in a fiery haze.
Mountains awaken with a gentle sigh,
Painting the canvas of the sky.
The Toy Train chugs along its track,
A charming journey, there and back.
Through emerald tea gardens, it winds,
Whispering tales of bygone times.
Rhododendrons bloom in vibrant array,
Welcoming each new dawn's display.
Their petals blush in the morning's embrace,
Adding hues to nature's grace.
Misty veils drape the valley's fold,
Where secrets of the mountains are told.
Rivers sing their ancient song,
Flowing freely, swift and strong.
In Darjeeling's embrace, souls find peace,
As nature's wonders never cease.
A symphony of sights and sound,
In this enchanted land, forever bound.
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