Afloat upon the rivulet of life,
we are frail, pellucid paper boats,
slowly drifting and faltering along,
the deluge of unfathomable depths.
On the mercy of turbulent tides,
we tiptoe along the riant, blind,
coveting through the tacit brooks,
shrouded in a pall of reticence.
And we depart afar forevermore,
alike the mellow summer breeze,
as if entrapped betwixt a moment,
with the reminiscences of yore.
Never do we reach the golden bay,
we had dreamed anew and anew.
The dusk of life approaches anon,
dripped in dolor and mirth alike.
And we waddle amidst the deluge,
moments apart from boring neath,
recollecting moments we despised,
while craving for a better morrow.
Silently we depart, unsaid, forever,
along departs some reticent wishes.
Morrow’s dawn will bloom beautiful,
paper boats will float anew.
June 3, 2017 at 9:52 am
Beautiful poem.
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June 3, 2017 at 9:52 am
Thank you for such kind words
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June 3, 2017 at 11:06 am
Beautiful.so very beautiful. You are such a word master, your words can sway anyone
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June 3, 2017 at 11:07 am
Thanks a ton. Really motivating for me to see you enjoyed it.
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June 3, 2017 at 11:17 am
You’re most welcome 😊
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June 3, 2017 at 3:32 pm
Expressed beautifully…Liked the last four lines the most..
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June 3, 2017 at 3:32 pm
Thank u for such kind words
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June 3, 2017 at 4:01 pm
Nice representation 😊
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June 3, 2017 at 4:02 pm
Thank you so much
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June 3, 2017 at 5:53 pm
Your flow of writing is exquisite. It was lovely. 🙂
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June 3, 2017 at 8:07 pm
Very kind of you to say that. Thank you so much
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