O my brother, rein in emotion,
Call forth your thought, awaken reason's devotion.
Battles are won on the wings of desire—
Revolutions lit by a passionate fire.
Yes, the heart remembers, revolutions burn,
But empires fall when passions return.
For politics is no child's notion—
It moves with wit, with strategic motion.
Chankya's cunning leads the play,
Not mere emotion in disarray.
Life may be thrown in the flame of zeal,
But kingdoms demand a colder steel.
Glory fades when reason sleeps—
Only sharp minds sow what success reaps.
Passion drowns in victory's stream,
The hero falls to an addict's dream.
Love's great sacrifice turns into shame,
If not upheld by wisdom's flame.
So, brother—sharpen your discerning mind,
Let logic and truth be intertwined.
Debate with depth, make knowledge your pride,
Let institutions grow, let darkness subside.
Join emotion with intelligence in stride—
And see the spark of success open wide.
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