Whether it was bitter winter,
Whether it is scorching sun,
We are workers, work like slave,
For hours and hours,
Weeks and weeks,
Months and months,
Whether the years become leap,
We never take rest and sleep,
Our applauding appetite,
Don't count hours.
Life is swimming pool of sour,
Work in day, work in dim,
To fill some inch within,
You rejoice, you triumph,
Even when you sealed the meal,
We watch, because it is big deal.
No sound, no solutions,
For us only allusion of allowances,
That too you sallow,
We have to live in hollow.
The raisins line rise,
Till on our face,
And sweats of ours,
Slides in grace,
We face not features,
Of our feathers,
That which can fly,
We bear barefoot wear.
Though bubblegum bloom and burst.
We march and march,
Without your trust.
You fade us,
And our life become pale,
Then also, we will never fail.
When your face, fastidious flux,
As like air blow,
Through faraway all the dust,
But we will wait,
Time will toss,
Then what happened,
When we shall cross.
You just seeing a chorus song,
Long live our Democracy.
And dismiss and demolish,
Where we are stand.
Have you tried to understand?
