Millions pass out from varsities
Millions tolling, we need a job
Millions have no ring on fingers
Millions unborn, hang on and wait.
Million droplets hitting the floor
Millions have never felt the flood
Million ways to prosperity
Millions just need one investor.
Millions are yet, stall tomorrow
Millions die for rain collectors
Millions singing; hey, O-lu-wa !
Millions of hope later turn sour.
Millions are dying in hunger
Millions of babies yet unborn
Millions would say; nothing like luck
Millions are born in misfortune.