To a child it’s austere belonging,
Paper Boats are but a divine thing,
Every cloud has a silver lining.
To float boats what may bring,
During the summer or the spring.
Abeera Mirza, a renowned poetess from Gujrat, Pakistan, shares her poem
Hailing from Gujrat, Punjab province of Pakistan, Abeera Mirza is an English literature gold medalist, teacher and gifted poet. She won numerous awards for her passion for words. Her poem “Sorry” has inspired readers to heal. It started with poetry and progressed to prose. Abeera has contributed to more than 200 anthologies and many international magazines of Germany, Spain, Bangladesh, USA, Italy, India, Albania, and India. Her interview has been published on The Mount Kenya Times and Poetic Essence Publications (India). She has won many titles such as Miss Literary Critic by her university. (University of Lahore, Pakistan). Her inner peace is ignited by reading and traveling. She is serving as a jury member for Maverick Writing Community, India where she helps emerging writers to grow. Her perspective is expanded by diverse poetic exploration. She is always looking to learn more beyond boundaries. She is renowned for healing hearts. Email: abeera.quotes@gmail.com
PAPER BOATS
PAPER BOATSTo a child it’s austere belonging,
Paper Boats are but a divine thing,
Every cloud has a silver lining.
To float boats what may bring,
During the summer or the spring.
To set their boats on a watery trail,
And so the children with paper set sail.
These boats are their best friends,
Turning and twisting through the bends.
A piece of paper folded and neat,
Origami made from a foolscap sheet.
A wonder to children and adults a joy,
A symbol of innocence is that classic toy.
We fold the boats with our dreams,
And set them afloat in the streams.
And in our heart’s they will stay forever,
The soul of the child is simply clever.
The simple idea of the child is to be a goat,
To clarify every comma, full stop that life holds.
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