Wheat Poem by PRATAP KUMAR Behera

Wheat

Throughout the ranges of Vindhya and Satpura land
Plateau near to the areas of Shipra Chambal Narmada's sand
Before the monsoon descends on the Malwa hill,
Spikes of golden straw welcoming to the sickle's will.

Spikes now bowing their food- laden heads and bend
To feed the hungry gut before summer's end
On the black cotton soil under the blazing sun,
I see sickles and harvesters about to run.

A handful of harvest that breaks year's patience
Boosts up my delight and make everyone sane.
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2026