The Lake City – Nainital

The Lake City   Nainital long poem

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Welcome to Paradise
Welcome to Nainital.
A heaven on earth,
Sun-kissed mountains.
Yachting,boating on serene lakes,
The charming lakes and splendid landscapes.
The most beautiful romantic place,
In the Lake District of India.
Nainital is the Majestic Queen of Hill stations.
The panoramic view of SnowView,
The viewpoint of an excellent view.

The most picturesque resort of Kumaon foothills,
The Naini Lake is the dramatic lake,
Set in a mountain hollow,
Encircled by graceful willows.
Kidney shaped lake with clear waters,
Changing hues with the passage of day.
A popular haunt of anglers,
Naturalists and bird watchers.

A delightful place a tourists’ attraction,
Full of romance and fatal attractions.
Its fruit orchards are very famous,
For juicy sweetest fruits.
The Majestic Himalayas standing tall,
With all its graces and grandeurs.
The dense coniferous forest,
Enhancing the beauty of the resort.

The scenic beauty of the lakes,
And thickly forested hills,
Nainital’s magical beauty is real not fake.
The valley of milk and honey,
Landscaped gardens with kaleidoscopic hues.
Climbing mountains on foot,
Sometimes riding on beautiful horses.
Riding or climbing through the Snow View.

Tourists rejoicing on Tiffin Top,
Baboons hopping on birch branches top.
Beautiful cottages and luxurious guest houses,
Fog covered mountains with silent noises.
Magnificent lakes beside the mall road,
A refreshing hill-station to take off your workload.
Boating in moonlit night is a thrilling delight,
Early in the morning I used to watch bird’s flight.
Local Nainitalians are very hardworking,
Shopping on the Mall road is a thrilling experience,
The local mountaineers with their backloads,
Climbing on the mountains,they look like cute aliens.

Decorated ferris to attract the tourists,
Snow White sinuous swans floating across the lake,
Enjoy your sojourn with pastries and cakes.
My uncle’s chef cooked scrumptious meals,
Fresh orange-juices for midday meals.
Freezing cold water in the month of June,
Drinking hot coffee and Kashmiri chai was really a boon.
We had stayed there for Summer-vacation,
The memory is evergreen of the heavenly Hill stations.
Breathtaking views along the passes of China Peak,
A Heavenly abode in scorching summer heat.
Ascending highest summits is really a sweating endeavour,
Descending down and relaxing in a steamer.
Strolling on the Mall road and eating cone-ice-cream,
Nainital is so gorgeous, the land of my dream.

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I am a graduate in psychology from Aligarh Muslim university Aligarh.I got my early education from Lucknow and Faizabad.I started writing poetries from the age of seventeen.i've written1000 poems in English and Urdu.still scribbling more poems.
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Nadeem Qazilbash

About 30 years ago, I remember one June afternoon, just like the one described in this poem, hauntingly beautiful memories.

ammu sachariah

The beauty of Ninital is well portrayed here. I visualzed the beauty while reading the poem.


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