Paper Boat

Paper Boat short poem

Photo by John-Morgan


Paper boat, paper boat,
In the stream goes up and down afloat.
It floats from the stream, then to the ocean till the night,
Only floating and floating is the boat’s right.

On the water of the dark blue ocean,
Up and down it goes for an expedition.
At last I hope, when it reaches a land,
I expect that it is received by a person’s hand.

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Geetha Paniker
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Lovely…..Paper boats are a delight.

ammu sachariah
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Nice. Paper boats remind the child hood thrills.

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