We met for a moment,
Talked for a minute or so;
She came to me, like a flash,
And as quick as a ripple did she go.
In me, she ignited a spark,
Lighting a lamp of love,
In my lamenting heart;
Pulling me out,
From the solitary dark.
Among the billions,
She was just one;
Except that she lived by the river,
Of her existence,
I knew none.
So, with hope in my heart,
And faith on fate:
I sit by the river side,
Writing letters in loads;
And sailing ‘em down,
Folded as paper boats.
Someday,
If she gets ‘em,
Shall my paper boat love be found;
If not, then like a million others,
Into the soul of the mighty river,
Shall the tale of this lovelorn lover drown!
–Ishaan Phukan
Libëranté. 