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The Wheat Field

‘ It’s time for harvest ‘,
Says the sparrow from the nest,
And all the seeds I have sown,
Have finally grown.

It’s evening time to see the setting sun,
And the cool wind makes the wheat husk run,
A nice orange light comes from the sun,
And makes the crops look golden,

The birds sing and chirp when they see the beautiful crop,
And that lovely sound makes my tensions drop,
The crops curve where the wind blow,
And I feel they say a polite ‘Hello’,

It is good to sit in the fields with peace,
And hear and feel the cool breeze,
I would love to sit there for hours,
And do nothing but gaze at the stars.
– Rajveer Nair.

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Published by Rajveer Nair

I am a 14 year old writer. I admire the beauty of nature and try to showcase my vision of the endearing nature through my poems.

19 thoughts on “The Wheat Field”

  7. very good grasp of verse!! I write poems too…rather wrote a few…years ago!! continue to flourish with the pen and use your emotions to guide you. full marks to you!! God bless!!

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