That same young fellow l am

That same young fellow l am,

Who sold those sweet pickles and jam,

From that same old, muddy house l belong,

Where you could hear those sweet, melodic songs,

Still the same young fellow l am,

Having a pretty big business of jelly and jam,

With that old house and village, l am still linked,

Now having a majestic palace coloured yellow and pink,

Look at me now, with all your curious eyes,

If a person gives strenuous efforts for his dream, the hardwork never dies...