You must do that job
What fit with your liking and ability
The work that does not match you
May push you to the mortality.
A young leader, well settled in politics,
Flown in the sky for joyride
And died on the spot
when crashed that is still mystery.
Another man, professionally a pilot,
Brought into the politics by force
Also died for lack of politics
When a suicide bomber blasted herself.
A saint, the successful promoter of yoga
Poked his nose into politics
And lost his fame and pride
Fled from the stage wearing salwar suit.
These are burning examples of India
It's only a little bit
You may find millions of cases like this
So, do that job for which you are fit.
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