Dear Paper Boat Of Mine

Dear paper boat of mine,

I hope you are doing fine.

You know, I miss you now,

The child inside, would never grow.

I still remember those days,

When I was too young to gaze,

Till the last corner of the lane,

Where you disappeared, every time, then.

I still remember the rains,

When I used to make,

A paper boat of mine,

To hold all the dreams, pristine.

Grandpa made me learn,

How to fold the paper,

One, two, three, four, five,

And then, I'd have, a paper boat of mine!

We came to the lane,

Where a tiny sea was awaiting, of rain.

He told me to float you there,

I did so, your journey, just began.

And I continued to stare.

With amusement, and lots of fun!

Moments of excitement, the paper boat hold!

"It's moving!", I screamed in joy, to behold.

That moment of innocence, prayer and wish,

Overwhelmed in joy, I made,

Thousands of dreams!

Slowly, you were dancing, with the tide,

Gleaming with joy, I looked,

At the paper boat of mine!

But, soon, you reached to the last corner,

Of the lane, where would you go now?

I just wondered.

"Don't worry my child, it has only begun,

The journey", my grandpa said,

"It will travel around the world,

And one day will meet you, right here,

Till then, you have to wait!"

I'm still waiting for you, for the day,

When you'll come to meet me,

With all my childish prayers, and dreams.

I know, there're lots of places,

You have left behind.

You are on the voyage of dreams,

Dear paper boat of mine!