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Snow-clad they stand tall,
Far apart and above all.
The majesty wears the Sun on his head,
Looking below towards the path ahead.
Dawn breaks on his shining arms
Spreading yellow light on all the barns.
The climbers begin the journey from his foot,
Huffing and puffing on their jungle boots.
Judging distance with their dreamy eyes
The pointed peak is their sole prize.
Reaching the top is their ultimate goal
No obstacle can crack their sole.
Cold winds blow but the King stands straight.
Never bends and maintains his gait.
Hugs the climbers with all his love
Such experiences are akin to a treasure trove.
Photograph was taken from hill top showing an aerial view of Nalanda.
-Rohan Joshi