The Balloon

Red, green, blue, yellow
balloons of all colors reflected
into his dreamy little eyes
that dreamt of playing with them some day.
the thin thread that tied the balloon,
the soft nothingness that filled them
the vibrant color, the weightless delight
it all facinated his innocent heart.
his father sold them everyday
for it was his daily bread
but never, what so ever
he gave his son, one to play
untill one day, when the father gave up
and presented him his most cherished play
Oh! his face gleamed with emotions
as though he held the universe and tied it to a thread!
his mouth open, nostrills breathing excitement
the poor hands touched the smooth surface
and BANG !!! the balloon blew away
his curiosity had turned jealous of his smile
he looked at his father,controling his tears
but he could'nt give him one more
the angry eyes of his father said it all
all his dreams blew away with the balloon.
Just then, a boy came in with his father
crying, making fuss, demanding
for his balloon had met it's fate
another new balloon and smiles came back
while tears poured from the poor eyes
each drop of tear, reflecting a hundred balloons
Just reflections inspiring to one more dream.
the little one held his father's hand
as they walked to the next lane