Men of rich notoriously allege and variously blame
But I can refute them with precision like a mathematician
Putting my lifelong reputation in danger yet I can claim
From east to west, from north up to the very south down
I tread I travel and find not a class that is devoid of a poet
I meet beggars, mongers, politicians, even king of kings
They fall in love, feel pain and later pray to almighty great
I find them to dance and I find them to sing so sweet
They say, if they are prevented to move their lips like leaf
No class of men remains alive; all men will die out of grief.