In Bharatpur, where skies unfold,
A sanctuary of wonders, ancient and bold.
Amidst the reeds, by waters clear,
Winged melodies whisper, drawing near.
Crimson hues of the painted stork,
And the dance of herons where waters fork.
Migrants arrive with the season’s change,
From lands afar, a flight so strange.
A haven for those who take to the air,
A tranquil paradise, beyond compare.
In Bharatpur, nature’s heart beats free,
A song of wings, in harmony.