Paper Boat

 

The paper boat sailing on the first monsoon rain.

The droplets, the wave by cars cannot sink it.

The water around it is dark with a stream of red.

 

The rain has started a few hours ago, after a cloudy morning

I was writing a poem, rather was trying to, when the storm rage.

The paper boat sailing on the first monsoon rain.

 

The poem of mine was a melancholic one reminiscing the childhood;

The words were dark, the paper was white, the color of the ink was red like–

The water around it is dark with a stream of red.

 

The raging storm topsy-turvy my room, banging the windows;

The pages of my diary got flipped landing on a scribbled one.

The paper boat sailing on the first monsoon rain.

 

It was a poem written by her in the red ink I was using.

I tore the page; read it and was going to hand-shred it but cannot.

The water around it is dark with a stream of red.

 

I look outside; my neighbor little boy sailing paper boat, his mother helping him.

I went down to the street forming a boat while ascending down the steps. Now–

The paper boat sailing on the first monsoon rain.

The water around it is dark with a stream of red.

–xx–

The poem is written in form of Villanelle. 

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Daily Prompt: Paper

dVerse Poets Pub (06/23/2017)