And the little boy lay down on the cold grass of the Garden,
Under the canopy of stars, sandwiched between the blanket of chilled winds and fog,
The people came and went by, but his dreams continued… Someday, he would be a little closer to the skies,
Someday he would carry our a conversation with his favourite stars up above the world…
Someday,he would be what people call as BIG,
but he won’t skip any moment of laying down on the grass,
he won’t skip any moment of fantascising yet another dream,
Under the canopy of stars…..