But life is chained and not made free
You are made to struggle for every inch
The pain and agony shall always pinch
If you belong to poor family
You will be living shabbily
With no amenities you need
But with scarcity and without proper feed
It is your ship
To keep
In readiness
With lots of chase
Do not look at stars
They are very far
You can make them to guide
Learn the path and precisely decide
The life shall open
The gate for heaven
You shall be happily driven
As most of the work might have been already done