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Pen Points and Paper Boats
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Ongoing, First published Jul 22, 2015
"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...." [Rabindranath Tagore]

Pen Points and Paper Boats is a collection of assorted poems written at different times and perspectives. It talks of our hearts, of broken and mended friendships, of love lost and found again.

As the famous poet once wrote about paper boats, I too wish my paper boats with pen marks on them find friendship, love and voice. I will be adding more to this as and when more paper boats harbor at my soul.

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Thanks for reading my book. I really appreciate that you could drop by. If you like my poems please consider voting for them. Also, your comments are very valuable for me.  :)
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