PaperBoats
Torn apart from the book of life Cropped into desired shape, Weakened by the internal strife From fates' scissors none can escape, Pressed and folded under weights Marked and streched to be flawless, Eternally judged of bleak traits and if failed, are termed worthless, From the parchment of our souls we see We are all nothing but paper boats, riding on the ripples, chasing eventual destiny sailing in silence as the boat of life stumbles and floats.., -Muttu N
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