Bhangra,
Punjabi bhangra,
Bhangra beats
I went to the farmland
hear it
When harvesting is in swing
And about to finish
Again during Baisakh
Heard I the beats of Bhangra,
Punjabi Bhangra
In traditional trade gear
Turban, lungi and kurta
And with the big-big drums
Hanging onto and tapped
And beaten and danced
With choric folk song, dance
And romance
So playfully sportive
With the festive occasion,
Making peculiar beats and drum taps,
Rhythms and fusions,
Joyous noises and bangs-upon
Circled and grouped together
With gay outbursts and hoorays.
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