26/06/2026
Kedarnath, Uttarakhand. From misty valleys, steep and grand,Four steady shoulders firmly stand.A wooden throne, a faithful stride,Up sacred cliffs where gods reside.Through rushing winds and frosty air,The porters breathe a silent prayer.Step after step, they brave the climb,Defying fatigue, defying time.The heavy mist begins to clear,As holy Chants grow loud and near.The Palki stops, the journey done,Beneath the golden mountain sun.