Glorious tales

Goddess grazing the field 
Devotees awe at their sight
Kids ride on them with joy
People wore golden dark hues with pride 
Courageous filled their hearts 
Dry sands and hot air block their sight
But not their vision of truth 
Prickling hot rays barely affects them
As their river god protects them as shield 
Women leads with their motherly love 
And hands which feeds thousands with care
Every Child birth celebrated with golds and wheats
A soil which praises it's glorious tales forever.