Arrows flew, one after the next
Aiming at the moon
Pretty sure that they never hit
And the distance mocked
Like neither today nor ever!

Attempts became stubborn
arrows flew again, sharp and fast
Targeting, if not the moon, then
The stars scattered so beautifully.
But success distanced.…!

Tired of attempts in vain
A brave arrow rose, in dignity
tossed its head and changed its course
Did it mistake me for its moon?
Alas…Not at me!

I opened my eyes,
Gaze fixed on the sky
counting the stars
And the Moon smiled at me
with purest golden whisper
“The sky returns what you give.”

And I believe!!