With snow capped mountains, where glaciers melt and flow.
The first rays of the sun makes Mount Kanchenjunga glow.
The Nile of mother Sikkim is river Teesta that moves fast and slow.
Nested in the arms of Himalayas, cool breezes of love and peace blows.

Dendrobium nobile blooms across the mountain trees.
Singing the songs of love and tranquility, Blood pheasant rests in these trees.
How blessed are we to live in the branches of Rhododendron tree.
Red panda also loves Sikkim and keeps climbing Rhododendron tree.

From mountain to valleys, everything is fresh and green.
Sikkim has a rich heritage, and is yet to be seen.
Different culture and language adds depth and beauty to the green.
Travelers and guests always mark, oh! This place is so green and clean.

The song of love and peace is embedded deep in our heart.
Watching the beautiful mountains, this is how our day starts.
People living here are so innocent, that I fear political issues may tear us apart.
Let not the green be turned into white buildings, else Blood pheasant and Red panda will leave us alone and flee to other countries part.

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Sikkim is one of the beautiful Himalayan states in India. previously Sikkim was an independent country in the year 1975 Sikkim was merged to India. Sikkim shares border with Tibet,Bhutan and Nepal. Sikkim is very unique in its own natural beauty and cultural heritage. In this poem i have tried reflecting the major mountain,river,flower,bird,tree and animal of Sikkim. Sikkim is a lovely hill station which attracts thousands to lakhs of travelers every year and Sikkim is known for its nature and natural places. people living in Sikkim are peace lovers, but with the greed of political power many political parties try to highlight issues based on Communism, caste, religion, majority and minority. further there is rapid industralization taking place in Sikkim which will be a threat to the mother nature.