Gargi Saha Poet Free verse

My Balloon

I love my balloon
My big balloon
My blue balloon
My ball balloon.

How playful it is
Without it something I miss
The joy, the gaiety
The buoyancy and elasticity.

The spur of celebration
The moment of glorification
Of excitement and passion
Relieved me from the tensions

My burlesque balloon
My bright balloon
My brisk balloon
My brilliant balloon

The balloon flew up into the air,
Songs of festivity in their full blare
It is in itself the joy, cheer and pleasure
Unmixed by the sorrow or materialistic treasure.

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October 1, 2008 at 9:17 AM The ending surprised me as it the poem opened with a child-like quality. You transition to a deeper message quite nicely here. Interesting perspective. Thank you for your ongoing encouragement regarding my writing. I appreciate the time you take to comment. Keep on writing! Karen

Sara Zahed September 16, 2008 at 9:12 AM Yup...what a child always wants to run with, accompanying the wind....Nice!!...tc...Sara...