A child plays with a paper boat
Floating it water re hopes
That the boat will charter it own course
To decide where she wants to go
The boat moves on with water’s flow
Seeing the movement child’s face glow
Feeling that it’s exactly what he thought
May be the boat desired to go that way
The rivulet had scarcely some water
That was flowing very slowly
The child ran along the bank
Watching movement of the boat
Swinging up and down
Then came big stones in the middle
Boat didn’t know how to handle hurdle
The boat got stuck and it sank
The child cried sobbing, he ran
Seeing that his hopes were as futile as these can
Is human life like the paper boat of the child?
