A paperboat is sailing,
Gently swaying .
Along the flow,
In the morning glow.
Moving hurriedly,
Balancing steadily.
The speed increases,
With the water’s creases.
Through the rocks,
Absorbing the shocks.
Floating downstream,
As in a dream.
Without a blink,
On the wet bank ,
My childhood stood,
Wishing all good.
A paperboat is sailing,
Gently swaying.

– Priya Pramod
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