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Take the stars Put ‘em in your pocket Take the sun Make a locket Wear it. Near it Would be burns And heat, No cheat Could be done. The price, To hold the precious, Success, Recess? From passion? No fashion, Could be established, If it weren’t wished, If it weren’t loved enough, If the times weren’t tough. Win isn’t a cherry, Perfectly ripe, It’s all a hype. It’s a feel Difficult to express, Yet picking the words, Just right enough, To give a hint, With the least tint, Just as it were The feel alone. Not so easy it is, Not so impossible I think, Just that it can’t be had, With the ease of a blink. It’s an earning, Which becomes an ornament, Of the passion, The passion to express, To wrap the feel, In the words’ dress. Rare ones could undress The feel and feel it, And absorb, The gladness, The sadness, The awe, The wonder, The thunder, That I hid in the word. Calm down, Don’t rush, Meditate on the feel, Not on the word, Either the word Would appear, Or you’d invent Your own so dear. Challenges many Win but one. If you dare to face, The hurts in case, Take the stars, Put ’em in your pocket, Take the sun, Make a locket, Wear it.
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Aug 24, 2015
Aug 24, 2015 at 1:42 AM UTC
Take the stars
Take the stars Put ‘em in your pocket Take the sun Make a locket Wear it. Near it Would be burns And heat, No cheat Could be done. The price, To hold the precious, Success, Recess? From passion? No fashion, Could be established, If it weren’t wished, If it weren’t loved enough, If the times weren’t tough. Win isn’t a cherry, Perfectly ripe, It’s all a hype. It’s a feel Difficult to express, Yet picking the words, Just right enough, To give a hint, With the least tint, Just as it were The feel alone. Not so easy it is, Not so impossible I think, Just that it can’t be had, With the ease of a blink. It’s an earning, Which becomes an ornament, Of the passion, The passion to express, To wrap the feel, In the words’ dress. Rare ones could undress The feel and feel it, And absorb, The gladness, The sadness, The awe, The wonder, The thunder, That I hid in the word. Calm down, Don’t rush, Meditate on the feel, Not on the word, Either the word Would appear, Or you’d invent Your own so dear. Challenges many Win but one. If you dare to face, The hurts in case, Take the stars, Put ’em in your pocket, Take the sun, Make a locket, Wear it.
If you want to hold the precious, you'll have to pay a price. A price of passion.
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satyan-sharma
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satyan-sharma
India
Aug 24, 2015
Aug 24, 2015 at 1:42 AM UTC
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