All he wants is the Red balloon,
He wants it badly, he wants it soon;
It's his even before it actually is,
But, something is definitely amiss.
Attachments...
They always hurt,
But what does he know?
He is just staring at his balloon go...
Oh! There will be other balloons,
Blue, Green and Yellow,
But these don't entice him,
It's only the Red one that makes him mellow.
The balloon has flown off,
Into the vast blue skies,
He turns to have one last look,
And it reflects back in his teary eyes.
There is anguish, there is pain;
Look at his emotions drain,
He stretches his hand,
But his effort to catch the balloon is in vain.
In his heart he still has hope,
That the string of attachment will not become slack,
He looks at the sky longingly,
Waiting for his balloon to come back...
