Paper Boats! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Poem by lalitha iyer

Boats are lovely
when they float
upon the murky waters
in the country quarters
they have a story inside
they have memories of past
present is carrying them to chase
currents of invisible forces
out of the blues

the infant hands that touch the paper
with eager hearts to mould the shape
the technic that is the simplest
to those who have learnt
with fragile touch they get wet lost
the tender fingers dip them just that is all

Boats of life, how many of them!
all of them destined to proceed
some drown half way
some sink mid tide
some are holed
some are strongly goaled

hands that create the boats
dont go behind their rainy moats
guiding them are only unseen routes
and invisible hosts
the wind of life
wailing with grief
or gale in brief
stuck up in mud
or struck with twiggy beds
overcoming tides
have they no idea
they are only paper boats
fragile and flimsy with simple thoughts
Life of paper boats you live
and I too bloated with a prided hive.............