How can you pick STARS like flowers?
You can toil hard and long;
you can think and think,
and pull all your remaining hairs;
yet, nothing
absolutely nothing ever would take you there.
But if you skate on board of your imagination-
you will see- sky like a basket, is in your armpit;
and you are picking those colourful STARS.
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অসাধারণ কথা, অনুপ্রাণিত হলাম।