I Sail Boat
As drops from the clouds cease,
I stroll to meet a friend of mine
a paper boat in hand, a local boy
runs from the PDS shop queue,
looks for water to sail his boat,
tried in a small dirty puddle,
embarrassed to see,the boat stay still!
tried in the nearby ditch, already choked!
Cursed heavens, a way out of embarrassment!
Looked around little boy, my gaze, he dislikes!
fellow doesn’t want others follow his passion!
I started walking away poker faced,
Fellow jumped with a smile believing
I know not his embarrassment, got into
his fantasy world to try another fun….
Copyright © Poet. Undertaker | Year Posted 2013
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