In fields of corn, I sat and gleaned,
Each kernel cradled, a life convened.
A Jatt arrived, a sudden shove,
My waist, alas, betrayed by love.
Oh, waist, oh waist, a shattered plea,
My waist now broken, eternally.
In fields of corn, I sat and gleaned,
Each kernel held, a life convened.
A Jatt appeared, a violent push,
My waist, alas, in silent hush.
Oh, waist, oh waist, a fractured plight,
My waist now broken in endless night.
His cruel act, a beating's due,
His cruel act, a vengeful hue.
I spared him then, no blow I gave,
But words escaped, the wrath to pave.
My tongue unleashed, a bitter sound,
He stood aghast, on hallowed ground.
Then, fleeing Jatt, a bull's swift rage,
A forceful charge, upon life's stage.
My waist, oh waist, a breaking strain,
Oh, waist, oh waist, a mortal pain.
That bull, a curse, a fiery dart,
A harbinger of broken heart.
Upon my field, he grazed and trod,
My harvest lost, beneath his god.
My field, once green, a tender bloom,
My field, a promise met with gloom.
From bull I fled, then struck the tree,
A jarring blow, now crushing me.
My waist, alas, oh waist, a cry,
My waist now fractured, as I die.
Behind the tree, a soul to meet,
Behind the tree, a love so sweet.
With him I played, the day's long game,
With him I played, whispering his name.
For him I lived, a hermit's vow,
For him I longed, but not till now.
If he had come, a guiding light,
Why suffer blows, in endless night?
Oh, waist, oh waist, a broken plea,
My waist now shattered, eternally.
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