By E.E. Cummings. Introduced to me by Deepak Sir; ever-so thankfully! :)
may my heart always be open to a little
birds who are the secrets of living
whatever they sing is better than to know
and if men should not hear them then they are old
may my mind always stroll about hungry
and fearless and thirsty and supple
and even if its sunday may I be wrong
for whenever men are right they are not young
and may myself do nothing more usefully
than love yourself so more than truly
there's never been quite a fool who could fail
pulling the sky all over him with one smile
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