Everything in the world can be sold ... but not the honour of a poor person

Like a girl doesn't find a husband if her face goes bad ... just like that a car doesn't find a passenger if its body looks bad

This is what is called as life ... somebody goes and somebody comes ... somebody loses and somebody gains ... but life keeps moving at its own pace

To be shy of poverty and to hate it ... is the biggest crime

Going to the jail for a girl is such a mark ... which even death can't erase it

Money has no colour, no form ... no religion, no faith ... no virtue, no sin