Makar Sankranti’s Harvest Song
Under the sun’s gentle gaze,
The fields of gold begin to blaze.
With kites that soar in skies so high,
Makar Sankranti, we signify.
Bells of joy in temples ring,
As sweet jaggery fills the spring.
Sesame seeds, oh, how they dance,
In tilgul’s embrace, a festive trance.
Farmers’ toil now bears the fruit,
In nature’s bounty, roots take root.
The sun, he shifts, from south to north,
In this cosmic dance, we find our worth.
With bonfires lit and hearts alight,
We bid the cold a warm goodnight.
New beginnings, hopes replete,
Makar Sankranti’s blessings sweet.
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