In the heart of the towering Himalayas’ embrace,
Ancient mummies emerge, a spectral trace,
Unearthed from the icy grip of time,
Revealing secrets of an era sublime.

Centuries-old mysteries, preserved in frost,
Whispers of the past, a treasure trove embossed,
In the rugged peaks where the winds moan,
An enigma unveiled, a story unknown.

The mummies, silent sentinels of yore,
Whose journey through time we now explore,
Wrapped in linen, a timeless shroud,
They speak of a world long endowed.

As archaeologists carefully uncover the past,
Each layer peeled reveals a tale vast,
Of lives once lived in a bygone age,
Echoes of history on an ancient stage.

The chill of the Himalayan air whispers low,
Stories of kingdoms lost in the snow,
A millennia-old mystery unfolds its tale,
Sending shivers down my spine, a haunting gale.

In the shadow of these ancient souls,
I feel the weight of history take its toll,
Their gaze frozen in a perpetual stare,
A reminder of the fragility we all share.

The mummies from the Himalayas’ keep,
Awaken memories long buried deep,
A journey through time, a glimpse of the past,
Leaving me in awe, a spell forever cast.