by Harshita Das aged 15

The year screeches to a halt
Fields of all your efforts await
School’s started its daily rhythm
All rusty parts are lubricated
Crops are ready for farmers;
Slowly, the wheel of life starts chugging again
As one harvests
The fruits of their efforts
Happy Baisakhi!
Here’s to hoping for a year
Which was better than the last

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