The Paper Plane
The Paper Plane
The world was crumbling.
The sky was falling down.
The news seemed like a bad dream.
The pupils were blind
In the uncontrollable flow of tears.
Hapless me, running
From pillar to post
To see your mortal remains
Before it disappears
Into panch-bhoot.
Alas! the old golden days
Could come back for a moment.
Never wanted a vehicle
As long as your back
Was my favourite ride.
Who wanted heaven, when I had your lap.
Your handmade paper planes
Helped me reach my destination.
Each time travelling to each other’s place.
At times, travelling together.
How beautiful was childhood!
Unaware of cruel reality
Of today’s situation
I can only revisit the memory,
Cherish it forever.
Childhood’s gone in a snap
Taking your paper planes along
Now that you too are gone
I value the paper planes
More than the real ones.