Leh Ladakh, a world held high,
Where rugged earth meets endless sky.
An airport nestled, a metal bird at rest,
Amidst towering peaks, put to the test.
Pangong Tso, with waters deep and blue,
Reflects the heavens, holding stories true.
Its tranquil edge, near borders drawn,
Where courage guards each break of dawn.
Chang La, Khardung La, mountains so grand,
Highest roads that crisscross this stark land.
Through icy winds and snowy crests,
They forge strength in human chests.
In Hunder dunes, ancient whispers play,
Of Silk Route journeys from a bygone day.
Where Bactrian camels, two-humped, gently roam,
In sands that feel like a desert's home.
Turtuk stands, a guarded grace,
A border town, in a tense embrace.
Where minefields mark the silent ground,
And echoes of lost histories are found.
Pharnu's silence shrouds the lonely hills,
A lost village where time forever stills.
And Thang, the final outpost, proud and clear,
India's edge, where voices cheer.
Brave Rinchen’s tale the valley knows,
Of fierce battles fought in ice and snows.
A hero's heart, unyielding, strong,
In Ladakh’s soul, his spirit's song.
And through it all, the Indus swiftly flows,
A lifeline deep where sustenance bestows.
In Leh Ladakh, each rock and stream,
Weaves ancient legends, a vibrant dream.
From craggy peaks to arid plain, this rugged land,
In beauty fierce and raw, does stand.
A place where calm and valor blend,
At Earth's high roof, where roads ascend.
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