Harvest Euphoria

In Karnataka's heart, where Western Ghats lie,

Coffee fields stretch, beneath the watchful sky.

As air cools, harvest season doth commence,

Farmers toil, with contented countenance.

Armed with timeless tools, they tread the soil,

Hands stained with earth, their daily toil.

At dawn's break, they descend to green expanse,

Coffee's fate cradled in their steady hands.

Aroma of ripe beans, fills morning air,

Delightful scent, beyond compare.

Nestled 'mongst green, berries shine so red,

Enchanting sight, where peace is bred.

With care, workers pick each gleaming bean,

'Neath golden sun's radiant sheen.

Hands and hearts in harmonious motion,

Testament to steadfast devotion.

'Midst midday heat, they pause, wipe their brows,

Shade of trees, they rest and espouse.

Sharing tales, laughter through the fields,

In farming community, nature yields.

As night falls, workers under stars retreat,

Echoes of day's end, harvest's feat.

In night's quiet, coffee plants stand tall,

Whispering tales of day's haul.

To season of abundance, joy, and cheer,

Coffee harvest, to hold so dear.

In Karnataka's heart, where Ghats stand grand,

Harvest's spectacle, across the land.

As sun rises, cycle recommences,

Western Ghats' heart, harvest dances.

From bean to cup, coffee's tale unfolds,

In Karnataka's heart, stories are told.