I am the King within, I am a beggar fine,
Whatever I am; you have right to define?
But, this is my life, this is only mine,
It is not my fate! As a human, here I born,
It is the gem that shines, one must adorn,
Ah! We’re not here only for butter and bread,
Capital, “the wit”, He has given to us for the trade,
Here onward, you’re the master of your fate,
Do your business in your way till you are late,
You are what; tell me, just tell me, body or soul?
Alone useless, can’t exist, can’t take you to goal,
Our actions are reflections of our soul,
Body is a chariot, and warrior the soul
And this world is a battle field, to fight,
You must know about; wrong and right,
You fix your destiny, it is yours, it is thine,
Till both are not together, no pristine,
Once soul divorced the body or so left
Soil will take it back, what you call; theft,
Brethren –
Your fragrance felt by the generation yet to come
The soul and the body, yours deeds; be awesome
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