Value of money should be asked to those
Who are in need due to any cause
Those small children like a rose
They also need a proper dose

A dose of proper medicine
They haven’t did any sin
But they are still paying for it
Working in fields and digging themselves in pit

No one ask them for help
Rich is wasting their power and pelf
Is someone there who’s listening their cry
Someone has to made a try

Those small children like new flowers
Need some help to get powers
Only then they can do something
Only than these birds can open their wings