Fragile Boat
Reminiscing the old days,
When all the emotions my heart carried for him,
Were expressed on a meager piece of paper,
Creasing the corners of the paper,
I gave it the shape of a boat,
Enclosed it inside books,
And often exchanged our boats.
But with the advent of monsoon,
Where streets are inundated with water,
Trapped inside the house,
I yearned for his love-letter boats,
Sitting on the porch, I crafted letter boats for him,
Waited for the water to drain,
Impatiently, started floating the boats.
They were so fragile,
Some would float, and some would sink in the rain,
The boats were so filled with emotion,
That all the letters the water carried for him,
Smudged completely in a jiffy.