Golden fields sway in the sun so bright,
Baisakhi brings smiles and pure delight.
Farmers rejoice with hearts so light,
After months of toil, dreams take flight.
Drums beat loud in vibrant cheer,
Spreading happiness far and near.
Colours of joy fill every lane,
Dancing souls forget all pain.
Fields whisper tales of hard-earned rewards,
Nature blesses every humble soul.
Gratitude flows in every prayer,
For crops that grow with tender care.
Punjabi beats and Bhangra moves,
Every heart in rhythm grooves.
New hopes rise with every dawn,
A fresh beginning is now drawn.
Baisakhi shines with faith so strong,
Uniting hearts in joyful song.
A festival of harvest and grace,
Spreading love in every place.
Praveen Gola
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