Who will understand the pain of the poor here
There is no desire, no feeling
The pain kept happening,
I kept suffering
No one listens, only kept talking
The sun is scorching on my forehead,
there is no shade
The evening kept coming but it was not pleasant
There is no song, no story
This is a deserted land, there is no village
No one is with me, I kept drinking tears
I kept living in vain by drowning in death
The pain will not go away
From where should I find a smile
I should bring a field full of flowers
My heart is yearning, my eyes are raining
The darkness is not able to be removed from the thick spread
Why should I give my life for the stones
From where should I find a smile
I should bring a field full of flowers
The moonlight is being taunted
The cut hands are being shown
For whose sake should I bring the silken cloth
From where should I find a smile
I should bring a field full of flowers
Breaking the trust my friend ran away
I am crying in the ruins, the unfortunate one
Whom should I give a favour to,
where should I find a smile
I should bring a field full of flowers
I will have to live a little more in vain
The hammer is working on my heart
Where is the place? From where should I bring God
From where should I find a smile
I should bring a field full of flowers
Thank you so much for reading. Have a great day 馃槉 馃檹 
