When I think! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
How much have I changed?
My heart has a feeling strange.
Injured on the road I skip,
Beautiful ladies I give lift! ! !
New specks for Dad I can't afford,
Beloved with costliest gifts adored! ! !
I am the law maker supreme,
Populating the moon my dream! ! !
Many a poor of hunger die,
Bread to them I don't provide! ! !
All my plans are so misplaced,
Millions ton of grains go waste! ! !
I know how public be fool around,
My feet are not on the ground! ! !
Making money is my concern,
Common man on street I spurn! ! !
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