In Harvest Days
by Rizwan Ahmed Memon
The fields look yellow
In harvest days.
The summer begins
In harvest days.
The evenings looks a little dark
In harvest days.
The clouds scream
In harvest days.
The smile on your face looks more beautiful
In harvest day.
The sheaf of wheat in your hands makes you charming,
In harvest days.
The bangles on your wrist make more sounds
In harvest days.
The earrings in your ears shine more brightly
In harvest days.
Oh, my country girl, my love increases for you
In harvest days.
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