We had been zealous
And always tried to be famous
By any means available
Even if that landed in trouble
We were constantly harboring
With lucrative offering
To make inroad
And impose the will instead
It had been our desire
To put them on fire
So they come for immediate assistance
And offer golden chance
Money does all trick
They are driven by golden stick
The greed makes them blind
Even if they realize and find
It becomes known
When life reached dead zone
But then it is too late
To except reality with fate
hasmukh amathalal
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