I wanna earn big money whose supply never ends
A BMW parked in porch with gorgeous girlfriends
Every morning I should wake with maids all around
Put velvet slipper inside feet as I touch the ground
Country house in Birmingham with panoramic view
A garden full of colored rose draped in crystal dew
While flying in my private jet I could touch the star
Peg of Scotch in my hand and puffs of Cuban cigar
But there are some priceless things I wish above all
I would put my life on stake for smallest of a small
When sorrow takes over the joy and it’ll feel like cry
Promise me shoulder to weep before tears go dry
Whenever I feel tired and want to have some nap
Bless me pat from father and sleep on mother’s lap
When last days come to end and body lays to die
Friends grieving all around with tears in every eye
History will remember me and legend will endure
Once lived a poor man whose dreams came to real.
-Rahul
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