Paperboat

When he turned eight, he tried the kiss of the fate

Out of love he wrote, her name on a paper boat

Let it flow to his queen, let his heart be seen

For princess he would sing, pretending to be a king

Years of drizzling came, but it never rained the same

Perhaps his heart was made to shrink

Perhaps his boat was designed to sink.

Somewhere else in the rain, she was loving her pain

For hours she would stand, with his boat in her hand

She knew from where it came, she knew who loved her name

Till when would the universe hold, this love to be kept untold

Should they wait a few more years

Should rain shed a few more tears

 Or, let them be afloat, together on a boat.




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Let Her Go

When I turned five by age, my father gifted a bird in cage

All exalted by beauty of bird, the real grief was never heard

I tried to talk, to feed, to play, all night and day

In cage she would lie as if it was better to die

Saw a herd in the sky, realized she too wanted to fly

Ran all down to the floor, just to open her door

 The hope turned into freedom, and wings set for the mile

She perched on my shoulder, her chirpings met with my smile

The moment felt so divine, was it her freedom or mine

Do we need to part, for our love to grow?

Should I hold her hand or let her go?

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