A boy with stars inside his eyes,
A telescope, a world to rise.
He built a dream from sparks and gears,
But every launch was met with fears.
The rockets failed, fell to the ground,
But in each fall, a truth he found.
Mistakes, the maps of where to go—
Each broken part began to glow.
Stars don’t rise in just one night,
They flicker first, then blaze with light.
The road is long, the sky is wide,
But wisdom walks where stumbles guide.
He crossed the seas, he reached the stars,
From broken dreams to Mars and far.
For every fall that seemed in vain,
He turned the sparks into a flame.