The paper boat is floating
Swinging side to side
On the stream of rainwater
Uncertain of the destination
Unaware of the consequences
It is sailing towards oblivion.
The wind is trying to topple it
The water is trying to crumble it,
The stream is strong,
But its will can’t be deteriorated,
It is not indestructible
Still, it has survived, yet.
His heart is pure,
Eyes are so dreamy,
Hopes and aspirations are
Flowing with the boat,
Not letting it drown,
Till reality strikes.
The base is tearing,
Sides are tired down,
Spirit is breaking rapidly,
Trying desperately to hold on,
The fall is coming,
Big dip, all will be gone.
His hand reappears,
The one that built it,
Pulls it from the waters,
Unfolds it, repairs it,
Recreates the magic,
And the paper boat rebirths.
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Great write-up 👍
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Thank You so much 😊
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You’re most welcome ☺
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Ah! Very well done.
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Thank you so much 😀
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Pleasure.
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Wow! I can totally relate to this…
I spent my whole childhood in Kolkata where it’s common that water will fill the lanes & even the ground floor of your house when it rains heavily! Although the elders of the house cursed the rain all the children including me enjoyed that time with our paper boats & I remember how hard we all tried to save our boats! Thanks for bringing back those lovely memories ☺
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Indeed paper boats does hold a special place in everyone’s childhood.
Thanks Deepika. 😀
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Good one. I like it. 😀
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Thanks brother 😀
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