Job seekers, please contact me, I have a job for you to save the earth.
From the depths of my brain thoughts are outflows to convert into scientific forms.
Mother! Believe me, this word is more sacred than the name of Lord Ram.
Woman! She's mother, she's daughter, she's sister; she's a unique creation of God; her womb is also root cause of mankind; her shadow provides gallantry; her affection heals life into the languid body...
Prove I am wrong, I will leave this earth.
Without the money your life is like a colorless painting.
I have a repository of knowledge, but I have no money, it means I have no respect.
I'm dancing when the clouds start crying.
Stand behind my brain if you want to be rich.
Without money the flute of life is also heard unturned.
The money is the only source of smile for the poor.
I don't know what is in my destiny, but I want to be sitting on top of the highest peak of the sky.
Fighting with the pain I made him my friend.
I am that person in front of whom the most difficult conditions of life are lost.
A path is scattered with billions money and I'm walking towards the path, I don't know what is right and what is wrong, I know only one thing and that is to achieve my goal.
I have lost my smile inside the dim nature of people.
God has not created the earth for your entertainment, He has created the earth to take your help to increase the beauty of the universe.
God is also born again and again on this earth to enjoy the childhood.
Money! If you do not have, then you listen to me, I'm saying something.
My madness is instigating me to join the club of billionaires.