Denmark, Dream of the North


Upon the whispering northern sea,

Where twilight lingers endlessly,

Lies Denmark — calm, poetic land,

Cradled softly by time’s gentle hand.


In Copenhagen, streets of song,

Where cyclists glide and hearts belong;

Nyhavn’s hues in sunlight gleam,

A harbor’s peace, a living dream.


Beyond the strait in Elsinore’s keep,

Stands Kronborg Castle, proud and deep;

Its halls still whisper Hamlet’s name,

Where time and sea are much the same.


Through green fields fair by fairy streams,

Awaits Odense, the land of dreams;

Where Andersen’s tales still softly flow,

And Danish hearts forever glow.


Oh Denmark — gentle, wise, and true,

With silver mists and skies of blue,

You teach the soul to rest, to roam,

And find in stillness — a perfect home.

 

                              — Meenakshi Singh 



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