The twilight weaves a golden thread
Across azure and calm yet listening skies
Where ground and heaven gently wed
An exquisite legendary Parijat sapling lies.
As the Kalpavriksha sapling begin to rise
Tracing a legacy from Mahabharat age
It gears to weave a deep mystical bridge
Between botanic realm and ancient heritage.
Enclosed in iron, yet bound to cosmic grace
It lifts its ancient hands through time and space
To shower earth in blooms of holy grace
And trace immortal names across the space.
A lone and lovely bird has found a crest
Where Kintoor’s sacred wishes came to rest
Grow tall soon, O holy child of myth and air
May your crown canopy become wide and fair.
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