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Think of tragedy That is not destined by almighty But created by greed and lust That our own people hate to trust you It is simple fact That you don't act Involve in a game That is sure to bring blame You were born millionaire But remained discredited here By virtue of your own behavior That is really earned dishonor The poor and downtrodden people Under the sun work hard and struggle The bread earned by them is really worth To be eaten happily and enjoyed with each breathe I shall pray God to grant Me not what I want But what can be deserved to me As simple man and keep worry free