It is a thanksgiving day
thanks to the Lord
who made them all
that of the Sun, Moon
and rain in turns
without them none could thrive
even a grass cannot survive
not talking cheap of the green blades
as they the best tolerant do fade
when these three elements fail
the farmer pays obeisance to Sun
January being the month of harvest
the clan go into a festive mood
with joy and mirth all around
singing the praise of God
paying tributes to Him
with offerings sweet and tasty
all done with a focused dedication
there is an overwhelming devotion
packed with gratitude and satisfaction
a lovely rhapsodical enrapture on the anvil.
Meenas Poems 