In the realm of the Himalayas, where the air is thin and the peaks reach the sky,
There lies a place of pilgrimage, where the spirit can fly.
Everest Base Camp, a place of wonder, where the gods once did stride,
The abode of Lord Shiva, unfiltered, undisturbed by Maya\'s pride.
The trail winds through valleys, where the rivers flow,
And the forests whisper secrets, that only the winds do know.
The climb is steep, but the view is grand,
As the snow-capped peaks touch the land.
The yogis and sages, they meditate and pray,
Seeking the blessings of Shiva, in this sacred place.
The air is filled with the fragrance of incense and prayer,
As the devotees seek enlightenment, without a single care.
The wind whispers the stories, of the gods and the land,
Of the power of Shiva, and the beauty of this strand.
The stars twinkle bright, in the night sky above,
As the pilgrims dream of the divine, and the love.
In this place, the soul can find peace,
From the burdens of the world, and the endless seeking.
For in the presence of Shiva, all is one,
And the heart can find solace, in the journey.
So come, oh pilgrims, to this sacred place,
And seek the blessings of Shiva, in this pure embrace.
For in the abode of the lord, all will be revealed,
And the soul will find its true self, unfiltered and unveiled.