A poem about: Jiyo Jiyo Guru Taa Raa Raa Turu…

Jiyo Jiyo Guru Taa Raa Raa Turu TuruCurrency Devi Ki Hui KripaaaHai Fanne Khaan Tu Qismaton Ka Don TuKi Har Taraf Hai Tera DabdabaKhele Waqt Se Juaa Kaun Hai Teri Tarah Sarphira Tu Daanw Pench Se Khazane Khench LePaisa Bird Tu Hunter Jaal Phenk De PunterTu Sochta Hai Kya Tijoriyon Pe Haq Hai Haq TeraTu Dekhta Hai Kya Hawaa Chali Patang UdaaNa Fikra Kar Zara Bawaal Kar Gadar MachaHai Tujhpe Sab Fida Tu Baadshah Hai Baadshah Bhool Ja Tu Chochle Mauka Ye Daboch Le Sir Zara Jo Bhi Rule Hain Sab Fizool HaiTu Hawa Me Phenk Paisa Sabka God Ek PaisaTu Boliyaan Laga Ki Har Koi Hai Shelf Me SajaaTu Sikke Khankhana Zamana Bikne Ko KhadaTu Note To Dikha Bazaar Ka Hai Tu KhudaTu Luck To Aazma Tabhi To Hoga Zal ZalaMuthiyaan Tu Bheench Le Falak Se Chaand Kheench Le

In the tapestry of fate, a wild dance you lead,
A master of games where the stakes proceed.
Currency's grace upon you does shine,
A king in the realm, destiny's own design.

With fortune's dice you deftly play,
No mere wanderer, but the storm and the sway.
Your schemes unfold like a hunter's snare,
In the marketplace of dreams, you hold the rare.

Sailing with the wind, your kite does soar,
Unburdened by worry or worldly chore.
For rules are threads you weave and unspool,
A maverick soul, where none can fuel.

Coins clink to your commanding call,
As the world stands ready at your beck and thrall.
In the waltz of trade, your presence divine,
With every bid, you redefine the line.

Grasp the stars, draw down the moon,
In the dance of fate, your own loyal tune.
As heaven and earth bend to your grand charade,
Know this, oh monarch, your legacy is made.

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In the tapestry of fate, a wild dance you lead, A master of games where the stakes proceed. Currency's grace upon you does shine, A king in the realm, destiny's own design. With fortune's dice you deftly play, No mere wanderer, but the storm and the sway. Your schemes unfold like a hunter's snare, In the marketplace of dreams, you hold the rare. Sailing with the wind, your kite does soar, Unburdened by worry or worldly chore. For rules are threads you weave and unspool, A maverick soul, where none can fuel. Coins clink to your commanding call, As the world stands ready at your beck and thrall. In the waltz of trade, your presence divine, With every bid, you redefine the line. Grasp the stars, draw down the moon, In the dance of fate, your own loyal tune. As heaven and earth bend to your grand charade, Know this, oh monarch, your legacy is made.