Baskadia

In the fields of gold,

Where the sunflowers sway,

There stands a girl, so bold,

Harika, is her name.

With hair like silk, and eyes like stars,

She walks with grace and poise,

She tends to the crops and mends the bars,

With her gentle, loving voice.

She sings to the wind, and the wind replies,

With a symphony of sound,

And in her presence, all the world sighs,

With love that knows no bound.

For Harika is not just a girl,

But a force of nature too,

She brings light to the world,

And makes all things new.

So let us raise a glass,

To Harika, our shining star,

May she forever last,

And never be afar.