The Paper Boat

We strive to give it a shape
Of a boat
A paper boat
Ready to sail
Against the winds
In the rhythm of flow
Swaying and smiling

Just like life
Folding todays
Shaping tomorrows
Tearing yesterdays
Ignoring the rough edges
And there it goes
In a stretch of emotions
Towards the vastness called relations
Silently observing from a distance
As it sways and smiles
Sigh! We gasp!
It is not that smoother
We could have made it better


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