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Now, let us read what the poet does with his paper boats.

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 flowers

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 their 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.


A. Answer these questions.

1. What does the poet do every day?
2. What gift does he send through his boats?
3. What does he hope will happen to his boats?


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