Life is a paper boat drifting, trilling
On the stream that runs unending
It’s frail and easily gets wet
But keeps on floating despite the fright and fret
Of drowning; sometimes stones and straws
Get in its way, but a little push of faith draws
It out of deadlock and puts it again on the waves
Moving towards its destiny in all the rant and raves
YES true like the feather in the blowing of the wind and the hands of the god is holding us
Wow. It keeps floating even after it is completely wet. There is no chance to dry it. Beautiful analogy to life.
Wow. Beautiful poem Jasmine...Keeps on floating crossing all the hurdles...Loved it.
we all must steer our own boat, hopefully it will not capsize, nice write
beautiful write.liked your write. may i kindly invite you to read my paper boat n comment.
indeed life is a gosamer entity perched on a thread like balance, .......
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I would like to translate this poem
we all set out on a journey of life with no map. occasionally we need a helping hand to navigate the pit falls. if you believe you can achieve then you will. nice write