As the heartbeat of the punja tunes with the drumbeats of history
And the temporal threads intertwine to lay the fabric of the universe,
One is bound to acknowledge the melody that echoes.
The flamboyance of the land is reflected in these humble underlays
That speak the language of the punja.
And as this cosmic divinity is woven into existence,
We are forced to bow to the craftsmanship that is as sacred as the soul.