Leaving the workplace, with a bang,
Drenched in frustration,
Teeth clattering, clang,
At being met with rejection.
His shrunken visage all warmed up,
Eyes filled with anger,
Next getting welled up,
Screaming aloud, with no voice.
There in great distance, he gazed,
Short lads’ play,
Leaving paper boats, their ways,
Leapt merrily in puddles, in gay.
Playing before him, his childhood,
Awaking his childlike innocence,
Pulling a paper off his bag,
Scribbling all his sentiments.
Folding it into a mighty boat,
He slowly knelt down, with care,
Leaving, in a huge puddle, his boat ,
He bade farewell to his despair,
Crossing hurdles, the boat floated far,
Carrying away his muddled phase,
Unstoppable, fearing no mar,
Showing him, he would go places…