The Paper Boat - By Rabindranath Tagore Poem by Paul Christian

I remember a day in my childhood,

When I floated a paper boat on the stream.

It was a wet day of July and I'm happy over my play.,

I floated the paper boat on the stream.

Suddenly the storm clouds thickened,

The wind came in gusts, rills of muddy water rushed and swelled the

stream and sank my boat.,

Bitterly, I thought, that the storm had come on purposely to spoil my

happiness., all its anger was against me.,

All these long cloudy day of July, I have been musing over those

games in life, in which I was the loser,

When suddenly I remembered the Boat that Sank on the Stream.