The Grand Neelam Café
A tropical den of taste and trees,
(Ongoing)
Where leaves whisper tales to spice and flame,
The Grand Neelam rises—not just in name.
A café carved from nature’s delight,
Where greens once stood, now bloom in light.
We kept the wild, we tamed the flow,
A den where herbs and memories grow.
Beneath the palms, in shade and sun,
Came laughter, flavor, all in one.
Tables tucked in forest’s hug,
Walls that breathe, and roots that tug.
Banana leaves, and mango trees,
Infuse the air with jungle breeze.
It’s not just food—it’s earth and fire,
A tropical isle of bold desire.
From plate to plant, the senses weave,
In every bite, you taste and believe.
A soulful retreat, lush and grand,
Neelam is nature, shaped by hand.