A paper boat I'm
from a kid's imagination
left on the puddle
to take his imaginations
to a destination unknown.
When I wobbled
went ahead
and turned back
he clapped and danced.
After a while
as if I reached the destination
he left me
anchored on my own.
And I waited for my burial
or trampling
by passerby
or another downpour
to reach
the garbage.
From paper bin
I reached
to a garbage bin.
Only solace
on my wobbling journey
he clapped, danced, laughed
and left.
The trail of this poem reminds me of Tagore's Sonar Tori... a simple poem with meaningful depth...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Debolina so nice of you....thank you very much.