Paper Boats By Rabindranath Tagore

Day by day I float my paper boats one by one down
the running stream.

In big black letters I write my name on them and the
name of the village where I live.

I hope that someone in some strange land will find
them and know who I am.

I load my little boats with shiuli flower from our
garden, and hope that these blooms of the dawn will
be carried safely to land in the night.

I launch my paper boats and look up into the sky and
see the little clouds setting the white bulging sails.

I know not what playmate of mine in the sky sends
them down the air to race with my boats!

When night comes I bury my face in my arms and
dream that my paper boats float on and on under
the midnight stars.

The fairies of sleep are sailing in them, and the
lading is their baskets full of dreams.