In dilema

 Those who are lost in the colors of life,

They don't see any hungry stomach!

Everyone wants to rise above the ground,

Not everyone can hold the sky!

Who is ours and who is a stranger,

The plant of faith is nowhere to be seen!

To the hungry stomach on the bed of the ground in the dark night,

Even the moon in the sky looks like bread!

Now even birds don't fly in Finja.

Their nest is nowhere to be seen!

Dust has started flying in my breath now,

The flowing river is not visible even in the panghat of the village!

How many came in the battle of truth and falsehood, how many left,

Now this issue does not seem to be resolved!!