Paper Boats

I sat reading my Diary by the river bank.

pages filled with words, rhymes & memories 

of people, moments, places, things I loved.

but, its final page remained blank.

Giggles of children downstream by the bridge

made my past events flowing in my head, abridged

their faces reminding me of the lost innocence

Of the lost time, of the empty presence

I tore the first page of my diary 

and folded it shaping it into a paper boat 

that page with my name, now

was set on the downstream to float

it bobbed down the river 

reaching a lonesome toddler 

he stretched his hand 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

pages filled with words, rhymes & memories 

of people, moments, places, things I loved

were now transformed into paper boats

not in waste though, joy to those kids it served. 

broken, hollow, empty but light 

felt my heart watching that sight

Then i saw that toddler making his way to me

he came and handed me a Beautiful Blank Diary 

we spoke nothing just shared a smile 

"keep writing" he said. promptly i replied, "I WILL"

Happy Reading! Happy Monsoons!