We are labourers
We believe we are  little different from you
Your body is made of blood and bones
And
Our Body is made of cement and wetlands

You are born from mother's womb
And
We are born from factory furnaces

It's a run of equality
No one likes to be called Self obsessed
But what can be termed for you ?

You are Tight hearted reality on  maps
We are the dream of the new world
You are just Great
We are India
What will you give us ?
Your dream of becoming a superpower in the 21st century rests on our feet

What will you give us ?

Do you have those diamonds of sorrows ?
Which is thrown by our kids at the game