O My Lord
May I know how many foes,
Still are there to act and pose?
Why do they hate me much?
Is there any syndicate such?
O Lord help me to achieve,
(I appeal Thee to receive)
All awards and honours lo!
Rendering my services so
That society becomes free
(They care fauna and tree)
Of evil deeds and vice,
Along with petty malice.
Let me be a torch bearer,
‘N a philanthropic pioneer..!!
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