Tuesday, January 26, 2010 by Indrajit
roughing the storms and tumbles,
hinder not it's way tonight,
It's sailing , far from shambles.
The spirited wind cries hoarse,
Rain patters unfriendly guise,
Up and down and through the town,
My paperboat sways and rise.
Make way for it's fate tonight,
It sails past infinity.
Bearing the mast of victory -
to carve a mark in Eternity.