When I was a child,
I used to make paper boats.
I was so happy to see when
the little waves of the pond
took my boat away into the middle.
I clapped my hands and called mummy
to see my boat on the waves of the pond.
Mummy came to me and we both were happy.
Today I saw my paper boat again.
My boat called me to get in.
I got in and it took me
to the world of the moon.
Oh! ! !how ecstatic was it.
(Graphic: Irina Smelovsky saved to Digital Background Pinterest)
Wow a fantastic recollection then the fantasy connection so poetic! I wish to sail away to the moon somehow too. Kudos for poetic ecstasy. Pls pleez do review/comment my newest poem too titled, " the Hajj pilgrimage "
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sublime poem. Very well penned. Thank u. anjandev roy.