The fields went gold before Baisakhi arrived—
the wheat announcing what the date confirmed—
and the farmer who had waited through the winter
received the harvest that the patience earned.

Bhangra in the courtyard, dhol in the morning—
the whole of Punjab dancing its relief,
the season turned from waiting into having,
the long anticipation past the grief.

Baisakhi teaches what the harvest always teaches:
that the season of reward follows the season of faith,
that the field must first be tended in the leaning
before it gives the gold beneath the weight.
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