In the vale of beauty, where the rivers dance,
Where mountains touch the skies in a glorious trance,
Amidst the blooms of saffron and almond trees,
Lies a land called Kashmir, a place of dreams.
Within this paradise, a tale unfolds,
Of talent and passion that’s worth being told,
Where the echoes of melodies softly ring,
And the arts and skills enchant like a king.
Welcome, dear folks, to “Kashmir Got Talent,”
A celebration of gifts so gallant,
From every nook and corner they arrive,
To showcase their talents, to feel alive.
Amidst the Chinars, on a vibrant stage,
Gather the gifted, both young and sage,
The curtain rises, hearts begin to race,
As Kashmiri souls shine with boundless grace.
First, a poet steps forth, words flowing free,
Verses like a river, from pain to glee,
His heart the inkwell, emotions the quill,
In his mellifluous voice, time stands still.
Next, a painter, with brushes so bright,
Brings heaven to Earth with each stroke’s delight,
On canvas, a paradise comes alive,
A masterpiece to stand the test of time.
Then, a dancer, her feet swift and light,
She weaves a story with movements so bright,
Her steps a tribute to her native land,
Her grace a dance of love so grand.
A magician appears, with tricks to astound,
In the blink of an eye, wonder is found,
From hats to cards, illusions take flight,
Leaving the audience in pure delight.
A musician joins, strumming the rabab,
Its soulful tunes leave hearts truly glad,
In harmony with nature’s mystic call,
A melody of love enthralls one and all.
A little child steps up with innocence,
Juggling balls with such sweet confidence,
In his young eyes, dreams unfurl,
A reminder that talent knows no age, no whirl.
And here comes a weaver, skilled and wise,
With threads of heritage, he mesmerizes,
His hands weaving stories of the past,
Through intricate patterns, a legacy cast.
A thespian arrives, the stage his domain,
A play unfolds, emotions leave a stain,
With dialogues profound, emotions set free,
He shares tales of joy and misery.
Among the talents showcased this night,
Each soul shining, their spirits taking flight,
Kashmir, the cradle of art and grace,
A treasure trove of talents, a sacred space.
As the night ends, and stars fill the sky,
The applause echoes, souls touched by a high,
In Kashmir’s Got Talent, memories are born,
A celebration of beauty, from dusk to morn.
And so, the tale of this enchanted night,
With talents that shimmered like stars so bright,
Shall linger on, in hearts far and wide,
In Kashmir’s embrace, love will abide.