I find myself
Floating on little rivulets
Born after a heavy downpour
Bringing young aspiring minds together
I am made of paper of all colors
Creating a little rainbow
Of memories
Amidst otherwise, a busy street
I sneak a glance at the grown-ups
Running all around like busy bees
Did I catch an imminent feeling of longing?
In those accomplished but sad eyes?
Did I take you back to those wonderful childhood mornings?
When free of routined life
You spoke with the wind
Spent hours and hours along the quiet riverside
With your friends and boundless happy times!
Yes, I am the paper boat
Floating on little rivulets
Born after a heavy
downpour
Amidst otherwise, a busy street!
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