Grass and enmity can grow anywhere and anytime

I'm a burning charcoal of revenge ... in the flames of which all of your lives have been caught ... and in the fire of this charcoal you all will burn into ashes one by one

A child grows later in a mother's womb ... first he becomes my slave

I have sold every single breath of yours in the market of death

Not only 2 steps, you can even go back 100 steps ... but today you won't be able to run away from your death ... and neither from the shadow of death

Today all old friends have met ... everyone eat together "Gopal Gold" tobacco

Even though poor people have a voice in their throat ... still they live mute in the world of rich people

I'm Mr. Tolmol, I speak confusingly ... and I reveal everyone's secrets

Hey you weak heartened pigeon ... you wicked person of a stable!