Minhaj

“If you were only one inch tall, you'd ride a worm to school.
The teardrop of a crying ant would be your swimming pool.
A crumb of cake would be a feast
And last you seven days at least,
A flea would be a frightening beast
If you were one inch tall.

If you were only one inch tall, you'd walk beneath the door,
And it would take about a month to get down to the store.
A bit of fluff would be your bed,
You'd swing upon a spider's thread,
And wear a thimble on your head
If you were one inch tall.

You'd surf across the kitchen sink upon a stick of gum.
You couldn't hug your mama, you'd just have to hug her thumb.
You'd run from people's feet in fright,
To move a pen would take all night,
(This poem took fourteen years to write--
'Cause I'm just one inch tall).”
― Shel Silverstein, Where the Sidewalk Ends

“পৃথিবীর আর সব সভ্য জাত যতই চোখের সংখ্যা বাড়াতে ব্যস্ত, আমরা ততই আরব্য-উপন্যাসের এক-চোখা দৈত্যের মতো ঘোঁৎ ঘোঁৎ করি আর চোখ বাড়াবার কথা তুললেই চোখ রাঙাই।
চোখ বাড়াবার পন্থাটা কী? প্রথমত : বই পড়া এবং তার জন্য দরকার বই কেনার প্রবৃত্তি।”
― Syed Mujtaba Ali

“Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee. The hands can't hit what the eyes can't see.”
― Muhammad Ali

“How many slams in an old screen door? Depends how loud you shut it. How many slices in a bread? Depends how thin you cut it. How much good inside a day? Depends how good you live 'em. How much love inside a friend? Depends how much you give 'em.”
― Shel Silverstein