Balloons
I stood there like any
other day. At the school
gates, peering through.
School was over for now.
Children, many of them
rushing out to the gates,
waiting to hear
the faint bells of the
balloon man.
With whistles, balloons,
Ribbons and hats, he
Came there everyday.
Little feet jumping up
trying hard to reach
up to grab themselves
each a balloon.
Little boys like whistles
Little girls like balloons
And ribbons. She had
wanted them too.Any-
one would do.
She never came out of
The school gates today.
She would never.I
bought a red one.
A little red balloon.
I let it go, up-up
And away.
I want her to have it
up there.
other day. At the school
gates, peering through.
School was over for now.
Children, many of them
rushing out to the gates,
waiting to hear
the faint bells of the
balloon man.
With whistles, balloons,
Ribbons and hats, he
Came there everyday.
Little feet jumping up
trying hard to reach
up to grab themselves
each a balloon.
Little boys like whistles
Little girls like balloons
And ribbons. She had
wanted them too.Any-
one would do.
She never came out of
The school gates today.
She would never.I
bought a red one.
A little red balloon.
I let it go, up-up
And away.
I want her to have it
up there.
"I want her to have it up there!"
ReplyDeleteHeart is falling out of chest...this line is so beautiful. I think I'd choose a red balloon, too!
very very sweet!!!
ReplyDeletesuch innocent prayer..:)so lovely
ReplyDeletePromising write!
ReplyDelete"I stood there like any
ReplyDeleteother day."
I like how the opening gives a sense of foreboding. And then:
"She had
wanted them too.Any-
one would do.
She never came out of
The school gates today"
Very dramatic. This is like a short film, very powerful visuals, and I can hear the children and the whistles.
u cried reading hindi one!!! OMG
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