A paper boat makes its way
Upon a wave, unafraid
Until it rains, until it pours
And robs the boat of its control
A butterfly flutters by
Taking to colours and open skies
Until a bright orb shines its face
And the butterfly fades away
The mighty storm
The blinding lights
Have shaken my anchor
And closed my skies
As here I lie in my cocoon
For that which fixed me once
May do so again
Soon
© Sneha Singh 2015
