and quiet flows the Nubra.........

  For centuries from beneath

                     the black snout, it flows,

  On moonlit nights like

                   pearl, River Nubra glows,

  Journeying from Base Camp

                               it meanders along,

  Joins Shyok River at Khalsar

                           village singing a song,

  She fascinates travellers with

                             her mystical charms,

  And welcomes one and all

                             with extended arms,

  Often sounds of gun fire

                     break valley's tranquillity,

  High mountains on sides

                    guard her pristine beauty,

  Burning pyres on her banks fill

                       her heart with sadness,

  Unmindful of national frontiers 

                           and man's madness,

  Without a sacrifice in Siachen

                         not a single day goes,

  Numerous stony graves tell tales 

                    of India's unsung heroes,

  In snow or hail; sun or rain;

                    through misty meadows,

  Weathering many a storm,

                      quiet the `Nubra' flows,

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