Walking through dusty and smelly streets of my village
Abandoned are the pipes of leakage that I step through
Walking through hotel corridors of my beautiful township
Chattels owned, luring their fantasy of kingship
That they wish to live through
Poor seeking to rise in standards
Begging for equal chances, for proper education
Cronyism, a kindle to unemployment proportion
So many sleepless nights, searching for rewards
Wealthy are those who appease their fantasies
After all their hard activities
Worthy were their throes