In the midst of yellow corns that grow
I stand the lonely scarecrow.
For the past seven years through storm and rain
I have withstood neglect and pain.
Patiently and diligently the fields I have guarded
Over the years my body has shredded.
Nobody bothers to drape me with new clothes
No shoes have ever been put on my gnarly toes.
The only lovely company I ever got was of a pair of young lovers
 Stealthily they ventured to cuddle near my toes in the corn cover.
Their pure joy and laughter filled my lonely hours with love shower
Till one day the village khap elders did discover
The young couple in their love bower
They tried to drag the two apart
The bravehearts held hands steadfast and refused to part
The elders warned them that they belonged to two diverse religious path
Their destinies could never unite and their life together would never start
The lovers shut their ears and believed in each other by heart
The elders brought out their guns
 Without hesitation they taught the final cruel lesson to the two upstarts
Their life ended truly before they could their rights assert
I could do nothing but feel helpless and stand since then with a bleeding heart.