Tender and soft, my emotions eke out,
From secret recesses of my mind,
Pure, unhinged now ready to float,
Myriad directions of my being they find,
Like bright paper boats laden with love,
Alas! there are boulders on the way,
Of caste, creed ,colour and callousness,
Under skies made dull by a hazy day,
My soul, like other tormented ones,
Searches streams for my paper boats.
Streams that enter emerald oceans,
And dance with glee with choppy waves,
In the winding path through a colourful lea,
Gracefully they move on to the mighty sea .