Both in the sun and rain br without umbrella br a boy beside the road br works ceaselessly from dawn to dusk br breaking the bricks into pieces. br br In both eyes he entertains a dream desolate br of merely three handfuls of meals; br the dream certainly not for rich dishes—korma, kabab br nor for princely recipe on the table. br br Still everyday remains he unfed br in sun and rain beside the road, br spends his poisonous days- br O the happy men, do you think of him once? br br New year, the new guest, sprinkles links of love br in the breast of all. br Collecting those links, you, the rich, br fill up your hands and eat up to your marks br all the things you like best.