We all have
different lives ,lifetimes
different purposes and significances.
After ,I opened my eyes
I was made to realise
by writings written all over,that
even Big ships sink in storm,
Requirements of a bride in her groom.
I know the smell,and taste of sweet
I wasn't born ,I was picked
And was made ,into who I am,
by a little girl trudging along.
Five minutes before ,I didn't exist,
Five minutes later,I won't.
At first ,I was afraid ,
As bubbles around,
Were Made and unmade.
My screamy surroundings ,
Made me wary of the fate,
Of bigger ships,In storms.
And sigh at my fragile state.
But then ,I Remembered
The shine in her eyes
And sound of her claps
As I moved forward; I realised,
Maybe this is what I have to do.
To pass this puddle till her sight withdrew
Because,That is what paper boats do
They give little girls hope to believe.
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