What I mean when I say I’m Punjabi

In Punjab’s fields of pure gold,
Where once legends fought, their stories going untold
Riches that belonged to the kings and queens that ruled the land stolen never to be seen on them again

A place where honey drips from the skies as the sun descends
Where trees of all kinds dance in the wind around great bends
Seas of yellow corn and mustard sow that flourish when spring blows

Blossoming flowers do giddha when they hear the sounds of the dhol, as the drum vibrates the floor
While others do Bhangra their movements synchronize with one another with passion shaking the earth's core.

The spice from the food hotter than flames that emit from the divas that sparkle at night
Food that bursts into an array flavors in your mouth like the fireworks on Diwali that shine so bright

Clothes more colorful than the rainbows in the sky
Jewels that twinkle across the ladies in disguise
If you stare to long you might go blind says the aunty drinking her chai

Never tired to help and always giving a lending hand to those in need
Taking the path of honesty accompanied by bravery
Lions of land
Eagles of the sky
Faced with greed and hate they do not hide