"Whispers in Stone: Himachal's Monastic Grace"

In the cradle of the Himalayas high,
Where peaks touch the canvas of the sky,
Himachal Pradesh, a land divine,
Holds monasteries, treasures to define.

In the serene valleys, where prayers unfold,
Monasteries stand, stories untold.
With fluttering prayer flags, colors so bright,
They weave tales of peace, in the soft sunlight.

Dhankar perched on a rugged throne,
Ancient whispers in every stone.
Spiti Valley's heart, beating in prayer,
A monastery's beauty beyond compare.

Key Monastery, a jewel on the hill,
Guardian of secrets, silent and still.
Whispers of monks in the mountain breeze,
A sacred haven beneath towering trees.

In Tabo, where history breathes,
Monastery walls, where time still weaves.
Ancient murals tell tales of yore,
Of devotion, wisdom, and something more.

The beauty of Himachal's monastic grace,
Echoes in each secluded sacred space.
Buddha's teachings in every wall,
A symphony of faith, standing tall.

The rhythm of chants in the crisp mountain air,
Echoes of spirituality everywhere.
In the lap of the Himalayas, a serene embrace,
Monasteries stand as symbols of grace.

Oh, Himachal Pradesh, your monastic art,
A masterpiece stitched with devotion's heart.
In the quietude of mountains, a sacred melody,
Monasteries echo the beauty of divinity.