°°Of Paper Boats and I°° It's today that I wait for monsoons to arrive. To let the songs of rain engulf the dancing peacocks. The sunlight tries to convince the birds to teach it dance too, while the dust around forms unfathomable paintings of inferiorities. It's today that I wait to let off my paper boats sail through the rising waves, through the subsiding ripples with a fragile mast of paper. I dream of me, sailing in the haze of poetry only to be lost in it. It's only today that I wait for those paper boats to carry me with them. And, it will be tomorrow that I'll wait for monsoons to depart, very soon. Of those paper boats which were never made by my hands 💙 Day 76 of #100poemsfor100days My hashtag : #100scarletstairs #theunsungquill #aestheticthoughts #paperboats
