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The Gold's Secret

The Gold's Secret 
                    - Jairam Kshirasagar
I sent my Destiny to roam the distant shores,
To bring me back the crown that I was longing for.
I pulled my Bad Luck close and whispered in its ear,
"Go trade yourself for fortune, and bring a better year."

I looked upon my wrist and told the ticking hand,
"Find me a golden hour in this gray and shifting sand."
I asked the stars and sages for a map to reach the light,
To bypass all the shadows and the tremors of the night.

But they returned together, with a silence deep and old,
And spoke to me the secret of the purest, finest gold:
"The ornament of beauty isn't birthed from easy breath,
It is forged in roaring furnaces, defying cold and death.

You ask for light," they told me, "but the light is born of flame,
You ask for luck, but victory is just a different name—
For the one who stood the beating, who stayed within the heat,
Who turned their bitter failures into rhythm for their feet.

So do not fear the anvil, and do not curse the blow,
The hammer is just sculpting the grace you’re meant to show.
The magic isn't coming from a sky of distant blue,
The magic is the fire... and the fire is making you."

-Jairam Kshirasagar 

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