With the sinking heart he compiled,
All the memories that are scattered behind,
He resigned from his past and assign him for the mankind,
Jigging in the road of prosperity and snoop in the ways of wind,
It was just the end of autumn and start of spring in his life,
When he taken over all his griefs and closed his whole pain file,
With the gold spoon he born and still he is Mr. stubborn,
His long hairs talking with the cool breeze,
And his modesty appeasing him for the destiny,
He is looking like a big conqueror who gallantry won the inner war,
Defeated his tearful yesterday,
He himself defeat and won,
With the gold spoon he born and still he is Mr. stubborn,
His journey is not about what he lose but all about what he won,
He is divers from others,
Jolly man with a black beard,
Just move his wooden stick and makes everyone smile,
Like a magician change the mood of the lonely exiles,
The sun shines with him and he shines with his style,
With the gold spoon he born and still he is Mr. stubborn,
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