You don’t need the fashion of passion
All you got to do is believe in perseverance
Of your nurtured passion.
Remember, you put in so many
sleepless nights and day dreams
For figuring out what real passion
Feels like.
Don’t you remember the smell
Of it when you realised
What your breaths are meant for?
That sound of the first rain
On barren ground
The smell of freshly wet mud.
That’s what passion felt and smelled like.
It stayed for a while
Just like a candle
It melted away with time.
With the wick and wax all burnt
Candle is no more a light for your fight
Just like your passions
Which can’t be the flight to your dreams.
All you got to do is believe in perseverance
Of your nurtured passion.
Remember, you put in so many
sleepless nights and day dreams
For figuring out what real passion
Feels like.
Don’t you remember the smell
Of it when you realised
What your breaths are meant for?
That sound of the first rain
On barren ground
The smell of freshly wet mud.
That’s what passion felt and smelled like.
It stayed for a while
Just like a candle
It melted away with time.
With the wick and wax all burnt
Candle is no more a light for your fight
Just like your passions
Which can’t be the flight to your dreams.
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