Pain is gain, may Rome may Spain
Though all are separate, we behave like a chain
We pull our thoughts, we pull all dreams
We pull all creatures, just like a train.
We believe on the fate, though travel on the jet.
We follow our heart, on the command of brain
Aspirations we have, experience we have
Even after hard work, we beg for grains.
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