12 Apr

BAISAKHI : India is a land of festivals. All festivals are in commemoration of certain historical events, change of season, cultural and religious events, traditional based et al. The well-known amongst several ones are Dussehra, Diwali, Eid, Gurpurbh, Lohri, Holi and others having regional leanings. In all these festivals, people of all hues celebrate with gaiety and religious fervour. Baisakhi is generally celebrated in Northern India on 13th April every year. It is also a starting of New Year of Vikrami Samvat Calendar. With this intention in view, I have penned down a poem on Baisakhi. Kindly comment.


Baisakhi marks ushering in the New Year,

Of Vikrami Samvat Calendar,

A lunar calendar based on ancient Hindu tradition of yore,

Falling, Surprising on 13th April on every year!

When new resolutions are made,

And old ones introspected,

A festival known variously in countless parts of our land.

Whilst the farmers toil in the fields on months on ends,

Tilling lands from morn till fall of night,

Occasionally forgetting even siesta and meals,

Sow seeds and water the crop that grows,

Bestowing care for the crop in the fields,

Observes its growth with keenness,

So that his crop’s yield may surge,

Like he observes the growth of his dear ones at home.

On this auspicious day the farmers,

Having collected all the harvested crops,

Join together in singing, merrymaking with full gusto,

Celebrate Baisakha with Bhangra and gidha at full throttle,

In their colourful mesmeric folk attires,

Distributing sweets and good wishes in delight,

At the holy monuments of ‘pirs’ and ‘fakirs’,

Known for their piousness and ocean of wisdom,

Offer prayers for the prosperity all around,

And also for their crop yield to grow, years after years.

The nature too is at its colorful best,

With flowers emitting fragrance,

The blanket of greenery spreading,

Everywhere your eyes could see,

Making the environs invigorating and heady indeed,

Surprisingly without even intoxicating agent!

This day too has a history of its own,

Guru Gobind Singh established Khalsa Panth,

To bestow security to the hapless,

People too gather in various Gurudwaras,

Shri Golden Temple emits its splendour as ever,

Devout take a dip in the holy tank,

And pray for wellbeing of nears and dears.

Harbans Khajuria


Posted by on April 12, 2013 in Inner Thoughts, Poems



9 responses to “BAISAKHI

  1. Penny L Howe

    April 12, 2013 at 10:31 pm

    I love your written word very much. This was absolutely wonderful!

    • Harbans

      April 13, 2013 at 3:16 am

      I am thankful for your kind words.

    • Harbans

      April 13, 2013 at 3:17 am

      Thanks again.

    • Harbans

      April 13, 2013 at 3:23 am

      Thanks a million times for your kind words.

  2. Anonymous

    April 13, 2013 at 3:10 am

    Thanks a lot for visiting my blog and liking my poem, Baisakhi. Your kind words are really motivating.

    • Harbans

      April 13, 2013 at 3:15 am

      Thanks someone, I am really enmoured.

  3. jalal michael sabbagh.

    April 14, 2013 at 2:16 am

    Fascinating post ,to believe is a powerful force.Beautiful culture.India is the land of wonders .Thank you for liking my post ( happy are…) best regards.jalal

    • Harbans

      June 29, 2013 at 12:23 pm

      My pleasure

  4. Sumit Gupta

    April 15, 2013 at 3:36 pm

    A write up with a fine message. Thanks enlightening.

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