An
earsplitting crowd
Or a
pin dropped silent
A
harvest field
Don’t anticipate
for a heavy rain
Don’t fright
for a blazing sunbeams
Meadow
is waiting
Crops
are awaiting
Rest
between the shade and sun
Sweating
day is a smiley day
Play
with the kites
Do not weary
as a memorized day
These grains
are not deadly
Like
the exotic grains of far
Collect
the times for given times
The day
is unblemished
There’s
no grime on the field
Before
reach at the field
For the
first day of the harvest
Folks
would see on eyes
A sharp
ray of bravery
And
images of grains and crops
An affluent
owner!
Can you
snoop to the sky?
There
are no rain clouds
On this
first day of harvest-
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