
Somewhere in the vast stretches of Punjab
Amidst those seamless mustard fields
The silky sunshine, the aromatic breeze
Orange tarred horizon blending with carpet of yellow
Whiff of fresh life infused in each breath
The fertile lands, the virile skies
I close my eyes
I see nothing.
And I realise,
After being here, there's nothing that needs be seen...
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