Old kanta had one hand
He had a damaged liver
Old kanta hosted diseases and pains
He had no wife, children, nor money
He lived in an abandoned house
Old kanta had no visitors
Old kanta sold firewoods
How he managed to gather them I don't know
Kuho, kuho, kuho, old kanta
Old kanta always coughed
With a lit cigarette in his mouth
He was never well for once
Old kanta was born like every other child And begun life with a dozen kids
Old kanta did not follow life's right Pattern
Old kanta followed life's light pattern And paid so painfully with his life
Old kanta was a thief
He was a drunk and drugs drum
Kanta for the girls, so he was called Kanta money, others called him
The dreaded kanta of all times
Is now the children's mock songs pit
Old kanta gulped great glory
From wrong poison bowls
Kanta glowed as the most outstanding young man
He was blown and played like a balloon. He gave people joy that played him
Till the sound of breaking came
Pop, it sounded once
And that face of fate faded
old kanta saw the glory of his equals Who had followed life's right pattern. What should he cry for now?
He has so many pains that make him cry
But you, why should you cry?
There is light at the end of the tunnel Only if you follow the right tunnel
Light at the beginning of the tunnel
Is just there to guide you
To the snake that will swallow you.