And scaled up from every floor,
The last is sturdy, like a wall
I try and fail and you push, that's all,
The door opens into a life of money
And I swim and am shot, sweetly honey,
Many people join, I've hurt my thumb
And I beckon all to into the pool come,
I swim towards the lowly creature,
Basking and loving as he does feature
In realms and realms of my dream,
It is not as it should always seem.
-- Doel Sengupta
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