In Punjab's heart, where winter's grip holds tight,Lohri's flames ignite, a beacon burning bright.Sugarcane stalks, like spears against the cold,Offered to the fire, tales of bounty told.

In Punjab's heart, where winter's grip holds tight,

Lohri's flames ignite, a beacon burning bright.

Sugarcane stalks, like spears against the cold,

Offered to the fire, tales of bounty told.

Popcorn bursts with laughter, golden tears of glee,

Dancing shadows leap, as souls from bondage flee.

Dhol's insistent beat, a rhythm in the air,

Stirring ancient stories, whispered everywhere.

Daughters of the land, in phulkari's embrace,

Twirl and sway with firelight on their face.

Sons like lions roar, defying winter's might,

Fueled by Lohri's magic, dancing through the night.

Grandmother's wisdom warms like embers deep,

Myths and legends shared, secrets promises to keep.

Grandfather's eyes, reflecting flames' caress,

Speak of harvests past, and futures full of blessedness.

Lohri's song ascends, a chorus reaching high,

To touch the moonlit sky, where dreams and wishes fly.

For in this fiery dance, under heaven's starry dome,

We bid farewell to frost, and welcome spring to come.

So let the bonfire roar, and crackle in the breeze,

Let laughter fill the air, and hearts be put at ease.

For Lohri's light reminds, with warmth that ever stays,

Hope's embers glow within, to chase the cold away.