Paper Boat

Happy were the days

Racing paper boats with friends

In the flowing rainwater.

The excitement, the joy of winning

Have long vanished with childhood.

But, whenever a paper boat sank,

The world seemed to end at that very moment.

That piece of paper pulled out from an old notebook

Was worth more than any currency note.

Closed in a memory envelope

Lost in office files, bills, and EMIs

Peeps the face of memory in a solitary moment,

Like a mole from its hole

To get the warmth of sunlight.

Discovers the eager mind, frustrated soul

That want to run back to the paper boat days

To sweep away and drown the anxieties,

Of the so-called mature thoughts.

And jump into the puddle of happiness

Gazing the paper boats float fearlessly

In their short yet meaningful voyage.

And realize eternal consciousness

In this journey of life.