~* TOWN ABBOTTABAD *~

(By: Major JAMES ABBOTT)(1st Deputy Commissioner, Hazara)

I remember the day I first came here,
And smelt the sweet Abbottabad air.
The trees and the ground covered with snow,
Gave us indeed a brilliant show. 4

To me the place seemed like a dream,
And far ran a lonesome stream.
The wind hissed as if welcoming us.
The pines swayed creating a lot of fuss. 8

And the tiny cuckoo sang it away,
A song very melodious and gay.
I adored the place from the first sight,
And was happy that my coming here was right. 12

And eight good years here passed very soon,
And we leave you perhaps on a sunny noon.
Oh Abbottabad! We are leaving you now,
To your natural beauty do I bow. 16

Perhaps your winds sound will never reach my ear,
My gift for you is few sad tears.
I bid you farewell with a heavy heart,
Never from my mind will your memories thaw.