Across The Hills

Across the hills where rhododendrons bloom, Your laughter echoes in the morning mist, Chasing away the lingering winter gloom, As softly as the mountain peaks are kissed.

I see the Gorkhali spirit in your eyes, A quiet strength that anchors every storm, Beneath the vastness of our Himalayan skies, Your presence keeps my beating heart so warm.

We walk the path where ancient prayer flags fly, And whispers of the breeze become our song, Under the gaze of peaks that touch the high, It is with you, my love, that I belong.

From Basantapur to lands beyond the sea, No distance dulls the light within our soul, In every beat of life you stay with me, The Sindoor mark that makes my spirit whole.