by loving hands.
Rhythmic nudge
by docile waters.
Shining sun
to keep it company.
Set sail
carefree.
And then
Wind blew.
Rains lashed.
Currents swept.
Caught unaware
by God's rage
the wet paper boat
fought all night.
And its no more.
Thats right.
For, have you ever heard
paper boats getting lucky?
4 comments:
sad ending..
does that mean some people are destined to fail..always??
i think thats the life cycle of a paper boat..no different from ours .In eyes of superior beings even we r paper boats right?
entha praya... ellam sariyakkum...
@amalbose : No, its not that way. when our opponents are obviously much more powerful than we are, we tend to fail. And no magic shall prevent that.
@ammu : nice interpretation... great to know that u fell in the same line i was thinking :)
@gasper : hehehe :) gulika medichittundu ippo :D
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