My People

Near and dear are they, my people, so precious!

In my life, I can’t dream rust on our bond.

Ages of strength that I have developed, makes me ambitious

And I build a world so wondrous – a priceless fund!

Day in and day out, we toil and toil

To eke out a living, modest or affluent;

Brighter the coin, lesser the life to coil;

In this wild race, let’s not forget to be prudent.

Jingling of coins build an aura spontaneously,

Driving afar to achieve endless, goal after goal;

Ambition walks proudly crushing kins and kiths callously;

A lone rider in the spectrum of riches, left an empty soul.

Near and dear are they, my people, so precious!

In my life, I can’t dream rust on our bond.

Ages of strength that I have developed, makes me ambitious

And I build a world so wondrous – a priceless fund!