Paper Boats There I met those colour paper boats, passing by the Grand Palace smiling at it. The paper boatmen were anxious, carrying their passengers, to another side of the lake with deep worries and care. Look at those paper children, in Yellow and blue boats, squeeing out of excitement, as if, the sky is all theirs. The Grand Palace smiles back to them, and how beautiful everything looks I hope to meet them again, once i come back. -swastika #my poems
