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We know how giving and loving our lovely Khushi is. She does not hesitate to throw away everything she wants to give happiness to her near and dear ones.
This poem I wrote many many years ago, I dedicate to Khushi, she is like this person who will not hesitate to tear every single page from her book so she can give a moments happiness and joy to her loved ones, like the children in this poem. She will not hesitate to tear her life apart and give up her love if it meant bringing happiness to her kin.
Here is to you Khushi
Paper Boats
By the river reading the book of my life
I see notes and passages of a lost time
The autumn breeze brings with it
Giggles of children downstream by the bridge
Reminding me of lost innocence
Of lost time, of empty presence
On a whim I tear the first page of the book
That had my beginning, my start, my root
And I folded it into a paper boat
And set it afloat
It bobbed down the river
Reaching a lonesome kid
Who reached out and pulled it over
And looked at me with a smile for more
I tore the second page to make another one
More kids caught the sight and made a run
I gently pushed the paper boat in their direction
It glided down towards their breathless anticipation
The kids caught it and laughed with glee so pure
I tore more pages to make paper boats more
Delicate, white, fleet took shape
Through the waves of cold water they wade
Paper boats filled the gentle face of river
I tore and folded to make some more
Pages after pages from the book of my life
Stories made of trials and triumphs rife
Meaningful words were now dripping letters of ink
I set the boats gently on water so they won't sink
I tore the page of our love story, the last one of all
My book lays empty now, with no pages at all
Paper boats, paper boats made of pages of my life
Putting smiles on children as they grab boats aside
Floating down the river in a silent parade
Paper boats, paper boats with pages of my life I made.
This poem I wrote many many years ago, I dedicate to Khushi, she is like this person who will not hesitate to tear every single page from her book so she can give a moments happiness and joy to her loved ones, like the children in this poem. She will not hesitate to tear her life apart and give up her love if it meant bringing happiness to her kin.
Here is to you Khushi
Paper Boats
By the river reading the book of my life
I see notes and passages of a lost time
The autumn breeze brings with it
Giggles of children downstream by the bridge
Reminding me of lost innocence
Of lost time, of empty presence
On a whim I tear the first page of the book
That had my beginning, my start, my root
And I folded it into a paper boat
And set it afloat
It bobbed down the river
Reaching a lonesome kid
Who reached out and pulled it over
And looked at me with a smile for more
I tore the second page to make another one
More kids caught the sight and made a run
I gently pushed the paper boat in their direction
It glided down towards their breathless anticipation
The kids caught it and laughed with glee so pure
I tore more pages to make paper boats more
Delicate, white, fleet took shape
Through the waves of cold water they wade
Paper boats filled the gentle face of river
I tore and folded to make some more
Pages after pages from the book of my life
Stories made of trials and triumphs rife
Meaningful words were now dripping letters of ink
I set the boats gently on water so they won't sink
I tore the page of our love story, the last one of all
My book lays empty now, with no pages at all
Paper boats, paper boats made of pages of my life
Putting smiles on children as they grab boats aside
Floating down the river in a silent parade
Paper boats, paper boats with pages of my life I made.
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