What's on the other side of the dry plain?
A terrain.

What do they grow over there, Daddy?
Golden paddy.

Then, why are we hungry all the time?
To buy, no dime.

Do you think that being poor is a crime?
No son, but the engravings are deep,
It can not be washed away with our weep. 
A terrain of paddy, to buy, no dime.