Narrow lanes and the mystic moves
Wandering around was my lonely soul
Dreary sights and the innocent looks
Gazing around was my ardent soul
Why the innocent looks it make?
Why the mystic moves it take?
My soul ready to answer the quest
Replied aloud -"Mystic moves to cure the poor soul
Innocent looks to heal their pains so foul"
Where are the poor souls?
Where are their pains?
Haven't you gone to the somberland it asked
Cried aloud in distress my soul- "People there are lean and thin
Unhealthy they are I mean
Neither the fine clothes to wrap around
Nor the proper diet there lay on the ground
No happiness,no joy to celebrate
Only the pains for the survival they integrate
They've no choice what they gain or lose
Broken bottles they use as their shoes
Prosperous we,can eat whatever we need
But,so sad.......they have nothing to feed
Toys throughout the room,our children play
Unarty human skulls are our toys,they say
So pathetic,so pensive
Don't you feel the pain?
Would prosperity ever rain on them?
With this thought,I'm moving
For this sake I'm pleading
Poor may live with joy I dream
Someday my dream would come true it seem
Drizzle of my only help,it's not gonna help
So,please if you are human do a help
Money,money it doesn't have wings
Life's gonna dry up in the early springs
Orbs of humanity don't buy for some money sake
You can gain it from the help you make
So,please put your efforts to make a change
Thirst for mirth let them quench
Let them live happily as we do
Help them feel they are human
Let them feel they are human."