PAPER BOAT
out of paper, plain and dull
you folded and scraped
you molded and shaped
and fashioned me a crisp-lined hull
two-breadth strong
laid to sit for long
on some basin-held water
lifeless, as an empty platter
a rudderless ship, a boat with no oar
still as a reef on my tideless shore
docked on my plastic-bordered ocean
anchored in wait for your graceful hand's motion
to stir tentative ripples on my saltless sea
and here, I dwell on my epiphany
will I be, a rugged water toy
afforded with some transient joys
will I come to know the meaning of my existence
or chance upon a quintissential exuberance
or am I, in this folded and molded grace
no diff'rent from my unadorned state
still a paper, plain and dull
bemoaning my tapered, four-cornered pall
then one day you decided to play
and down to my sea you dipped in your hand
oh what joy to be kept at buoy
I sailed and I danced on my sea with no sand
yet as I basked in your candid pleasure
you lifted your hand and lay in dreamy languor
the rivulets of current you granted me
vanished and silenced my once turbulent sea
and as I dodged 'gainst my plastic reef
I knew for a moment... for a moment, I lived
you folded and scraped
you molded and shaped
and fashioned me a crisp-lined hull
two-breadth strong
laid to sit for long
on some basin-held water
lifeless, as an empty platter
a rudderless ship, a boat with no oar
still as a reef on my tideless shore
docked on my plastic-bordered ocean
anchored in wait for your graceful hand's motion
to stir tentative ripples on my saltless sea
and here, I dwell on my epiphany
will I be, a rugged water toy
afforded with some transient joys
will I come to know the meaning of my existence
or chance upon a quintissential exuberance
or am I, in this folded and molded grace
no diff'rent from my unadorned state
still a paper, plain and dull
bemoaning my tapered, four-cornered pall
then one day you decided to play
and down to my sea you dipped in your hand
oh what joy to be kept at buoy
I sailed and I danced on my sea with no sand
yet as I basked in your candid pleasure
you lifted your hand and lay in dreamy languor
the rivulets of current you granted me
vanished and silenced my once turbulent sea
and as I dodged 'gainst my plastic reef
I knew for a moment... for a moment, I lived
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