Mist of Punjab

that tree, 

it was witness to the chill and the mist of the winters there, 

it greeted us our state and interrogated from where and to where? 

as we walked through those mud laden paths in the interiors of Punjab, 

interacting, discovering frugal innovations and that sumptuous tasty local food 

We revert back to the tree, 

Hey tree, 

What matters is not this cold, 

but the warmth we get from your people in this cold

who toil and feed the nation with their produce of food..

So when we go back our memories will be laden with memoirs of these lovely warm and affectionate people of Punjab..

( inspired from Rural transect walk in Punjab, Jan 2014 )