Water-colours

If life is like blots of water-colours
on a paper-boat floating all alone
in a little puddle of rain-water
collected in a dent, in a narrow street
open to the sky above;
the colors getting pinched out of the boat
and dissolving in the water
with every slight jerk in the pool,
caused by droplets popping into it
from the drenched rooftops overhead…
then you’re like the minute creäture,
invisible to man’s naked eye,
sailing alone in that boat and
looking at the gathering clouds above,
afraid if it might rain again soon,
if a careless footstep might fall on the puddle,
if a wanton boy might crush the boat for fun,
most of all,
afraid if the boat might lose all its colors before anything…

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5 thoughts on “Water-colours

  1. Nice poem. Most of all, I like your observation of the tiny paper boat, in constant danger from its environment. A very small observation told in so much detail. n also appreciate it the way u related it to life. Like the title “Water-Colours”. So apt.

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