“Golden Fields of Baisakhi”

Welcome the season of Baisakhi with the golden glow of the fields.

Under the sun’s warm, glowing gaze,

Dance the fields in golden haze,

Whispers of wheat sway soft and bright,

Singing songs of pure delight.

Drums beat loud in joyful cheer,

Marking harvest time is here,

Feet that twirl on dusty ground,

Echo life in every sound.

Bright dupattas, colors bold,

Stories of the land retold,

Laughter spills in every lane,

Washing away the year’s old pain.

Hands that sowed with silent prayer,

Now rejoice in blessings rare,

Gratitude in hearts does bloom,

Chasing every hint of gloom.

From sacred hymns to festive fire,

Souls rise high with deep desire,

To thank the earth, the skies above,

For endless grace and boundless love.

Oh Baisakhi, spirit bright,

You paint the world in joy and light,

A festival of hope and cheer—

A promise of a fruitful year.