If the stars were mine
I'd give them all to you
I'd pluck them down right from the sky
and leave it only blue
I would never let the sun forget to shine upon your face
so when others would have rain clouds you'd have only sunny days
If the stars were mine
I'd tell you what I'd do
I'd put the stars right in a jar and give them all to you
If the world was mine
I'd paint it gold and green
I'd make the oceans orange for a brilliant color scheme
I would color all the mountains, make the sky forever blue
So the world would be a painting and I'd live inside with you
If the world was mine
I'd tell you what I'd do
I'd wrap the world in ribbons and then give it all to you
I'd teach the birds such lovely words and make them sing for you
I'd put those stars right in a jar...and..
give them all...to you
The Audacity Of Hope
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Dear Rahul,
Our wings are clipped, our voice is curbed, but even from the depths of the
lowest lows, I dare to hope. I imagine an India that is plurali...
Patriarchy
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Sometimes I wish I could cry as easy as you On days when life is punching
me in the face and gut I stand there hitting back; ducking and tiring it
out Ther...
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