Thousands know me in millions
But to cry for me are not even hundreds
How easily I got caught up in confusions
To hope for help getting pain and pain
But can’t I be the hope of millions?
Like the flower sucked by honey bees
But why do I let others know my status?
There are so many animals in the forest
Domestic animals are liked by people
But why I don’t want to be governed?
Often I ask a question ‘what to do?’
Know to earn, earn to fulfill your needs
Like a lion hunts to eat and then enjoys
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