Monday, May 11, 2009

The Balloon

Red Rubbery Balloon,
Fuelled with air, In and Out,
Bouncing, Jumping, Flying,
Without any bound..

Tethered to a string,
Pulled by a hand,
It follows and floats,
A Servile Living.

Bright and vigorous,
Retorts always, never retreats,
Bursting at its seams,
healthy as can be.

Time catches Up,
Air oozes out,
Or, just the seams hold no more,
It falls from grace, it deflates,

Slowly fades away,
With a Dying wish,
that someone again,
kisses and blows in life,
and brings it back
to its Springy Ways. . .