I am lucky to have a bed, lying on which I can gaze at the open sky.
At night, when the stars start twinkling, it appears to me
as if they are my grandchildren winking at me, imploring this grandpa
to tell them bedtime stories!
Now, even if were to divide them into smaller groups and tell them
one story each per night, how many millions of years more
would I have to live till I cover the entire universe?