All of us are born with different spoons,

and that is why we are on our different moons,

some get luck already filled in big bag,

and some work till dusk for some fortunes,

then how can I compare you,

with that rising folks few,

when you are your own sun,

amidst the heavy moisted dew,

Believe it or not,

I am proud of you!

Here light comes early, there sun sets late,

some become riches, other fight for their fate,

then how can I compare,

different food on our plate,

and how can I compare you,

with that rising folks few,

when you are your own sun,

amidst the heavy moisted dew,

Believe it or not,

I am proud of you!

You were born with your own misfortunes,

and you standing in the battlefield, amidst these scroching noons,

is enough to fill self with respect and gratitude,

and these pious showers will fill your void doons,

And I will not compare you,

with that rising folks few,

when you are your own sun,

amidst the heavy moisted dew,

Believe it or not,

I am proud of you!