Baisakhi Poems

Celebrated on 13th April every year, Baisakhi marks the beginning of Hindu solar New Year in the country. It is celebrated all over the country with different names. It is actually celebrated as the beginning of new harvesting season in the country. The day of Baisakhi is considered to be very auspicious by two religious groups in the country- the Hindus and Sikhs. For Hindus, it is a day when sacred river Ganga descended to earth and for Sikhs it is day when their 10th Guru Gobind Singh started the pious Khalsa. People of both the religions celebrate this festival with lots of pomp and show. People sing and dance to express their joy and gaiety on this occasion. If you are planning to celebrate Baisakhi more beautifully, you can also read out the poems given below to express your joys. Given here are poems English and Punjabi Baisakhi poems which highlight the spirit and fun of this vibrant festival.

Baisakhi Poems in Punjabi

Rabb Har Saal
Rabb Har Saal Ehoji Baisakhi Lyaavey
Mennu milyaa meraa maahi mele vich
Rabb har saal ehoji baisakhi lyaavey,

Pyaar di jyot dilan vich jalaa jaavey
Bichhdey dilaan nu milaa jaavey

Phir khiliyan pyaar di kaliyaan ve
Mennu cheddiyan saari sakhiyaan ve

Karan rabb daa shukar dil naal main
Mennu bichhdyaa pyaar milya mele vich

Rabb har saal ehoji baisakhi lyaavey
Jithey har bichhadyaa pyaar mil jaavey

Dhand Dee Laa
Dhand dee laa ke chadar,
Phullan nu jadd khid khid hasee aandee hai,
Us wailey hee bas Baisakhi aandee hai.

Badla nu chumdee,
Hawaa ich jhooldee sunhari fasal jad,
Jatt nu bulaandee hai,
Us wailey hee bas baisakhi aandee hai.

Bhangde te gidde di toli rall ke
Jadd pind ich tamalaa paundi hai,
Us wailey hee bas baisakhi aandee hai.

Mere Punjab di mitti jad wee
Menu wajaa maar bulandi hai,
Har din mere dil ich ik navi baisakhi aandhi hai!!!

Baisakhi di Lakh Lakh Badhai
Sahaj sukh je jaage andar
Jaage nazraan vich ik aasaa
Birhaa jaage te mann tarpe
Milne nu fir jee udaasaa.

Khich vairaag di jad seene paindi
Fir aann miley sajjan pyaaraa
Seel sanjam sarab sukh mildaa
Puran hove mann di aassa.

Baisakhi Poems in English

Baisakhi - The New Season
Stretching, rubbing my eyes,
With a wide yawn, i fill my lungs
With freshness of meadows.
Chitter chatter of the birds
Slowly filling the air
Coupled with moo moo's so dear.
A perfect natural note
Suddenly breaks to
The gradual pumping of water
Blending perfectly with slow
Increasing its pace to the
Sweet dancing maidens
Accentuating ambience, while
Precariously balancing their load.
A momentary pause and then
Breaking monotony with their trinkets
Kicking dust, completing the beat
In loud crescendo.
Flowing colorful dupatta
Blending with the light
Complimenting vast expanse
Of yellow, flowing, rhythmic fields
Fill this cool breezy morning.
The new season has arrived.