Through winding paths and treacherous slopes,
We venture where the mountain hopes
To touch the sky, a divine realm,
Where nature's grandeur stands sublime.
From Taluka's thatched-roof shops we start,
Each step a challenge to the heart.
The river rushes far below,
A constant friend, a potential foe.
Doubt creeps in as daylight fades,
In Seema's embrace, our spirit wades.
But morning brings...
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