The Mustard Fields - Poem by ANJANDEV ROY
Standing in front of the vast mustard fields
I am enjoying the perpetual bliss,
In the world of this melting gold
I am confident and bold.
In the pleasant sunshine they are sparkling and shiny,
Everyone will be reluctant to leave their company;
As I have entered deep into the sprightly fields,
I can not avoid their gentle and friendly grips;
The place is like the nature's holy shrine,
Even a rogue will be changed into a saint in this domain.
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