On the shore of Ganges,

when the Sun was at it highs,

there comes a fisherman,

to accomplish his sighs.

Trapping the biggest fish,

was his promise to his child,

and he tried till dawn,

even caught the cold mild.

But grabbing the gotten chance,

even though aiming for moon,

he landed up in stars,

which is oasis in the dune.

Dreaming big is not wrong,

expecting more is sin,

being grateful for the little things,

will make you big win.

Win in the battle called life,

where all have their own war,

but finding happiness in the little things,

will cure your thorns sore.