#SolanaSurge Money soil, soil money

Money soil, soil money,

Life is going in a cycle in Dhaka.

Today’s king, tomorrow he’s a beggar,

The game of time, nothing remains.

Money falls from the leaves of trees,

Without hard work, the value is empty.

The smell of wet soil in the sweat,

In that money lies the bond of happiness.

Dreams burn in greed,

Money only draws a trick.

Earthly people, unite in the soil,

No one can move with money left behind.

That’s why I say, understand this,

Money is not happiness, look at the heart.

People will remain, the soil will remain,

Money will just become dust!