The falling leaves and the cool breeze
Beneath the tree is their berth
The life for them without butter cheese
Their home being the whole earth

They strive and they enjoy
Like a temporary toy
Unmindful of the future
The present they nurture

Did they care about the society
Did they know that it is poverty
Did they think about the community
They believe only in love’s loyalty

They can find happiness in their sorrow
Their work at times is to borrow
They live together with quarrels
Even then sense the joy of barrels

Lead the trailing life without jealousy
But are found always busy
Very few can feel their pity
That they are always thirsty

The falling leaves and the cool breeze
Beneath the tree is their berth
The life for them without butter cheese
Till the end till their death