Winter Joys in the Heart of Punjab
Experience Punjab's winter charm: golden fields, bonfires, Lohri celebrations, and cozy meals of sarson da saag and makki di roti. A season filled with warmth, traditions, and vibrant joy under clear blue skies!
In Punjab, where the winter winds blow,
Fields are kissed by a soft frost’s glow.
Golden sun peeks through foggy skies,
As kites dance high, where the sparrow flies.
Bonfires crackle in the cold, crisp air,
Villagers gather, warmth to share.
Lohri’s beats with the dhol's drum,
Singing songs till the morning’s hum.
Sarson da saag and makki di roti,
Hot, buttery treats—oh, what a bounty!
Steam from chai fills every street,
As laughter and joy make hearts beat.
Kids run free in fields so wide,
Playing pithu and spinning tops with pride.
The mustard blooms in fields of green,
A vibrant canvas, a heavenly scene.
Winter in Punjab, a time so bright,
Where days are cozy, and hearts are light.
In every smile and every cheer,
The spirit of Punjab draws you near!
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