Paper Boat

 Hola Amigo, Kaise ho, theek ho? Ghar pe Kaise hai Sab? I am sending my love.
This is my new and latest work. Kindly shed some constructive criticism on this abstract poem. It describes the journey of a paper boat, but with a little twist (what are my poems, if the plot twist?)



Paper Boat



Might go down the river barrel
A light note with a strong aroma
Yearning to read and pluck
Amidst all the flows
Napping its way through
Kirchening the soil; the mud arena
                                               Why

Have the people died? Huh?
All the world's agora
Silenced at the moments

Aesthetic's not the word, correct is trauma

Cursed letters, imprinted sac
Rhyming, with a racing rawr
Ushering everything onto you
Searching for the right ones
Hurtling through the high

Oddly enough to the senses; loco
No one catches the eye rin

Someone stands there, abell
Albeit far, far from the alpha
Knocks are not answered, no stint
Some break, some crumble the forssa
Heap of heams welcome the man
Its new guestray
                                           -A

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