These paper boats of mine are meant to dance on the ripples of hours, and not reach any destination.- Rabindranath Tagore
Sailing the paper boat,
In the shallow puddles filled by rain water,
Always saturated my childhood with hope,
As I wished to see the unseen with my inquisitive little eyes.
Sailing on that paper boat in a reverie unaided by wind,
I embarked on a journey to explore the world.
To witness meditative silence of hills, woods, and sea,
and to decipher the inaudible messages of the gale.
That strongly told me to follow my heart,
Then sang in high tempo in pyrotechnics of emotions.
Further it told to enjoy the charm,
of a mossy-apple tree and the song of a redbreast.
I then felt alive filled with countless solutions,
And cuddled a sheep lamb on the boat,
It quivered with its half-closed eyelids.
As I sailed on warm-fair day from morning to evening.
Dreaming about boughs of cherry and sycamore trees,
On a distant land made me cheerful.
And so did chirping of sea-birds flying along with my boat.
That hurled seeds of hope in my sterile heart,
Hope to see the unscathed landscapes,
Hope to cherish someone special.
Hope to surf always on crests and never fall,
And hope to fill the world with cornucopia of love.