The Balloons Poem by Parameswaran Nair Damodaran Nair
The Balloons
You blow in air into balloons
to prop them up
and make them dear
to children playing
till they burst and the air escape.
A few that escape the children's grip
are taken to heights
on the wings of air;
poor things they too burst.
I am confused: -
Who is playing with the mortal balloons,
The children or thee thyself my Lord?
Well, of course, ANYONE with 'common sense' would play with balloons. Now, this will leave out SOME children, AND maybe the 'Lord' as well. Nice. : ) bri
A very entertaining poem for young and old, The last 2 lines is a burning question. True serious questions. An amazing brilliant poem
A beautiful poem Imbued with wonderful thoughts to ponder about. Great images and very thought provoking write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/15/2024 1:21:07 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Profound piece......like it.....