Arrival Of Tusu
When the cold clinched our soul,
we grow the harvest,
this is the Tusu’s symbol,
an entertaining traditional fest.
With sweat and toil,
we get these grains,
for the divinity born from soil,
with dust in clothes and stain.
Rice and juicy fruits all around,
those are mouthwatering,
we tied up in a single bound,
anyone is not pale everyone enjoying.
With songs and dances show,
we continue to midnight,
fetching the blessings we bow,
our aspirations take-off flight.
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Arrival Of Tusu