Even if I get a chance,
To follow the status of any,
Respected, illegally paid white-collar worker,
Then I cannot become a particularly skilled person in this way.
It\'s been a long, long time,
Living inside of mine;
Lacs... more than one lakh,
Wild rogues are now waking up suddenly.
Though I am unable to be,
A protective headgear of the richest world,
Why I cannot become the another one,
Amongst the morsel eaters,
Having the shelter of the lower middle class,
And who live from hand to mouth in day-to-day life.