I looked at him,
Standing tall at corner,
Still shining but dim,
Looking around,
Without any sound,
He looked bit tainted.
I walked a bit and stood,
Waited for him to move,
He turned but stopped,
He didn’t walk away,
I was puzzled,
Wondered what made him stay,
May be it wasn’t implausible,
Had to do something, he was able,
I moved towards him willingly,
Noticed him quite thoroughly,
He stood there quite,
With filled air in hands tight,
I went up and held onto one,
He looked up and smiled,
Handed me over a handful air,
I smiles back but didn’t stop there,
He moved, holding his balloons,
To sell rest of them before sun looms,
Beautiful poem
ReplyDeleteJust Lovely! you painted the scene wonderfully, well done :o)
ReplyDeleteThanks!! :)
ReplyDeleteSo aptly describes the scene. I felt transported there.
ReplyDeleteLovely words you've strung together here. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeletea lovely picture painted so brilliantly.Bravo!
ReplyDeleteVery nice, makes me feel as if I want a balloon now. Great work, well woven tapestry of words!
ReplyDeleteNice :)
ReplyDeleteThank You so Much People!! :)
ReplyDeleteSo very sweet...
ReplyDeletecurtain of pebbled path
Some marvelous images painted in words!!
ReplyDeleteThanks Gautami and Nanka!! :)
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