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In the heart of hills where rivers wind,
A city hums, both calm and kind.
The air is thick with humid grace,
As mountains watch with ancient face.
From dawn to dusk, the call to prayer
Rises soft, through streets of care.
Bazaars alive with vibrant sound,
Where spices dance and colors bound.
In every lane, the stories flow,
Of sunlit days and twilight glow.
The people move with purpose clear,
A blend of past and future’s beat.
Islamabad, where mountains meet
The sky, serene beneath my feet.
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