A Poem on Manali Trip

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About the Manali place:

Manali is a hill station nestled in the mountains of the Indian state of Himachal Pradesh near the northern end of the Kullu Valley, at an altitude of 2,050 m (6,726 ft) in the Beas River Valley. It is located in the Kullu district, about 270 km (168 mi) north of the state capital, Shimla. The small town, with a population of 8,096, is the beginning of an ancient trade route to Ladakh and from there over the Karakoram Pass on to Yarkand and Khotan in the Tarim Basin. It is a popular tourist destination and serves as the gateway to Lahaul & Spiti district as well as Leh.

The climate in Manali is predominantly cold during winters, and moderately cool during summers. The temperatures range from 4 °C (39 °F) to 26 °C (79 °F) over the year. The average temperature during summer is between 04 °C (39 °F) and 26 °C (79 °F), and between −15 °C (5 °F) and 05 °C (41 °F) in the winter.

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About the road trip poem:

A group of 11 people went to a beautiful place on hills called Manali. This time, the trip was by road as compared to the last one which was by the train. If you want to fall in love with the nature, then turn the direction of your convoy towards the winsome place, Manali. Enoug talk about the Manali. It's time to read a road trip poem about the Manali destination.

A Road-trip To Manali 

A journey once again goes well,

Listen carefully, what I’m going to tell,

Everyone filled with high exuberance spell,

The journey has ended with sweet memories as a caramel.

We boarded our bus at late night,

When the whole city was sleeping tight,

We were ready with our bags freight,

Hullabaloo was of ours only, in that quite.

The bus trip was snooty,

Forget all, our destination was fruity,

The recent tour was to Manali city,

A place surrounded by Nature’s beauty.

On seeing our camp side we were contented,

There we were very well attended,

Thank GOD!! We were away from the Delhi’s congested,

The life is simple there but is splendid.

Our travelling list includes from Old Manali to Solang Valley,

Everyone did behave with as one another pally,

Wherever we go, it looks like we are a rally,

From that heaven, nobody wanted to come back to Delhi.

There we did bunch of activities,

Mountain climbing was not a “play of ease”,

With the addition of cold breeze,

The chilled river water during “monkey jumping” was on our knees.

How can I forget that rafting?

Contemplate about it; it still gives me a sting,

There we learn that a God is the king,

The rest are attached to God’s string.

The expedition was merrymaking,

The real pie of the trip was trekking,

Another one was park-walking,

Both cases were full of enjoyment and talking.

The bullet rides were the best,

Wandering village to village, in search of a lost chest,

To the top of the mountain from our nest,

The world seemed too small from the mountain’s crest.

“Ocean of talks” done in a small way,

There everyone wanted to remain stay,

But responsibilities can’t be kept away,

We did collect memories from there and drove to our home way.

 THE END

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