Where Are My Paper Boats?

The strangeness of my days

I wake up, but I’m not awake

The clouds are roaring again

It’s raining once again

Should I go to the terrace?

And get drenched in the rain?

I won’t do that

I’m not a kid anymore

I remember my childhood days

Getting drenched in the rain

Goosebumps on my skin

My shivering self

My clattering teeth

The rain was too harsh for me

My mother saw me soaked

She was mad at me

But she didn’t scold me

She made sure I was warm and safe

I ate dinner, had milk and went to bed

But in my head

I was still lost in the rain

The raindrops weren’t gentle

I wish they were

I didn’t know back then

That the rain was there to stay

For a long, long time

I didn’t know back then

About the downpour of life

For years, I kept shivering

I wished for the rain to be gentle

It wasn’t

For years, I kept getting drenched

There were no paper boats, just me

Alone on the terrace

Moving forward but stuck in time

The rain finally stopped

I stayed there, trembling and cold

Where are my paper boats?

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