Can I be the paper boat?
Asked the wrinkled woman.
Ripples and babbles will ease the noise.
Adam’s ale, my Adam in cruise.
Can I be the paper kite?
Asked the midlife man.
I will lift off like a roller-coaster.
One more time I want to skip a beat.
Can I be the paper origami?
Asked the merry maiden.
I will be fluttering fragile wings of butterfly.
Kissing rosy petals to paint my lips.
Can I be the paper plane?
Asked the little coy.
I will peck pretty pals.
Hide and seek on cheeky cheeks.
Waning wishes in the wish list.
Transient trance in intransient intrigues.
*Reflections on the verse*
In pursuit of fulfilling our dreams, we often run for the mirage ,which sadly is an unfulfilled desire.Our heart often speaks to our mind and their unending conflicts make it an open-ended tale.