In the golden fields, where the sun shines bright,
Ajay stands firm, but we all know what's right.
Why hesitate, when the crops are in their prime?
Come on, Ajay, letās make it harvest time!
The wind whispers softly, through the swaying stalks,
Neighbors gather 'round, in their working smocks.
But Ajay shakes his head, with a frown on his face,
Says, "Iād rather stay here, in my cozy space."
Oh Ajay, why say no to the harvest?
Feel the joy of the field, itās the farmerās sweetest artist!
Oh Ajay, donāt miss the fun in the sun,
Join our hands together, letās make this harvest run!
Weāll laugh and we'll sing, as we cut through the grains,
Dance in the dust, let go of the reins.
The satisfaction of work, the bounty to reap,
Look around, Ajay, itās a promise we keep!
Oh Ajay, why say no to the harvest?
Feel the joy of the field, itās the farmerās sweetest artist!
Oh Ajay, donāt miss the fun in the sun,
Join our hands together, letās make this harvest run!
Listen to the laughter, hear the stories unfold,
Each sheaf we gather, is worth more than gold.
So put down your worries, letās embrace the grind,
In the heart of the harvest, true happiness youāll find!
[Solo]
(Instrumental, depicting the rhythm of harvesting ā a gentle but lively melody)
Our families depend on the fruits of our toil,
Underneath this sun, together weāll uncoil.
With every cut and every cheer, we erase the doubt,
Ajay, join the chorus, letās hear you shout!
Oh Ajay, why say no to the harvest?
Feel the joy of the field, itās the farmerās sweetest artist!
Oh Ajay, donāt miss the fun in the sun,
Join our hands together, letās make this harvest run!
So come on, Ajay, letās grab that golden wheat,
Together weāll stand, with our hearts and our feet.
With laughter and love, letās make this our art,
In the field of the harvest, it all plays a part!
[Fade-Out]
Ajay, oh Ajay