Paper Boats

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 .


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Written by Sarita Khullar

Sarita Khullar is a retired associate professor in English from Hans Raj Mahila Mahavidyalaya, Jalandhar. She loves poetry and fiction. She also likes birds, flowers, animals, and humans.

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