Tusu's Arrival Poem by SAMIUL KARIM

When the cold clinched our soul
we grow the harvest,
this is the Tusu's symbol
an entertaining traditional fest.
With sweat and toil
we get these grains,
for the divinity born from soil
with dust in clothes and stain.
Rice and juicy fruits all around
those are mouthwatering,
we tied up in a single bound
anyone is not pale everyone enjoying.
With songs and dances show
we continue to midnight,
fetching the blessings we bow
our aspirations take-off flight.