Golden Days Poem by Khadim Hussain

Through the sea of golden wheat
Swaying in the breeze
In the plains of Punjab
Just before harvest time

We made our way
To the river’s bank
Swan in the cool water
And warned under the blazing sun

We were young
And care free
The sons of farmers
Enjoying the moment

In the middle the of British winter
Snow on the ground
Temperatures near freezing
And I’m old and grey

When I close my eyes
And I explore my memories
I can still see the golden wheat fields
Of my beloved Punjab.