This is a poem by Abbottabad’s founder, Major James Abbot who was the town's first Deputy Commissioner from 1847-1853 on the place. A plaque bearing his poem is placed at Lady Garden Park in the city.

I remember the day when I first came here

And smelt the sweet Abbottabad air

The trees and the ground covered with snow

Gave us indeed a brilliant show

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

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

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

Perhaps your winds will never reach my ears

My gift for you is sad tears

I bid you farewell with a heavy heart

Never from my mind will your memories thwart.


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