Her usual afternoon stroll…
On a cold November day..
Listening to a pair of bulbuls
She walked….
Something shone..&
As she glanced…saw a bunch
Of twinkling stars!
Stars at noon! She wondered..
The noon breeze whispered…
Those are the cotton fluffs
Glittering under the sun!
She smiled to herself..&
Walked into the cotton meadow..
To collect a handful
Of fluffy stardust…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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