By Desiraju Durga Surya Sai Kumar
From a paper boat to a canoe,
And from puddles to pools,
I grew up with a sailor's fantasy
Of a huge cruise and a sail,
Unhindered by any fail,
To the lands where dreams lay.
Unlike the puddles and the pool,
The water wasn't safe and cool.
The sail—oh dear!—was a play:
Up it tossed, and low it troughed,
Dancing to the winds and waves.
It was lost, yet held and steered.
A little on shaky grounds, yet fine,
I wiped off the sweat and water,
With eyes set on the glass of wine
And the land so far I did not know.
I tore through the waves
And sailed to the dream of mine!