Alas! In poverty leaves the reflection,
Brothers, friends, kith and kin turn face,
Even the luck star changes its direction,
Behind it lives poverty with mighty pace.
Oh! Nothing here constant all days move,
Some time darkness here sometime there,
The rich falls and poor rises all ages prove,
In earning bread sweetie no wisdom-share
Loose not patience but its reward is must,
The brave faces trials, cowards afraid of it,
Bad days vanish soon my poor heart trust,
Wisdom follows it if you ruminate a bit.
Richness or poverty is the state of mind,
As we believe in devils but can’t find.