Balloons Poem by Dr Dillip K Swain

Balloons

Rating: 3.5


My joys are balloons going up high
Taking its flight to the cloudy sky
Didak da Didak da my son sings
Stares me in smiley lip and big eyes

My little son is holding my thigh
Pressing it slowly as balloons go high
As the balloons chasing the clouds way
The sailing cloud doubles his joy!

The kid should know I must leave
A lot of work I need to complete
My loaded tasks are left incomplete
Can't spend my time in utter ease

My brief stress mingles with his pleasure
My soul approves it as a treasure!

Copyright @Poet,24 January,2019

Thursday, January 24, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: child,joy,pleasure
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dr Dillip K Swain 24 January 2019

As the balloons chasing the clouds way The sailing cloud doubles his joy!

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Mihaela Pirjol 25 January 2019

Great rhyme and rhythm; great joy between father and son; a great way to spend a day!

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Rose Marie Juan-austin 26 January 2019

FANTASTIC! A beautifully crafted write that conveys the joys and wonders of fatherhood and childhood. A vivid portrayal of father and son 's marvelous time.

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Rebecca Navarre 04 July 2021

The wonder and amazement of balloons shared together Father and son! .. A very Joyous and meaningful poem! .... Endless Stars! ...+++++

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Rebecca Navarre 04 July 2021

My brief stress mingles with his pleasure My soul approves it as a treasure! .. Absolutely! .. A Beautifully precious moment of treasure so beautifully captured here! .. Beyond 5 Stars! ..+++++

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Anjandev Roy 25 May 2021

Delightful piece.....wonderful to read.....thank u, Sir....

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M Asim Nehal 13 October 2020

A hope floating in the air is what a child thinks and they imagine as if they themselves are flying and going high with balloons, a fantastic poem.Top 5*

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Valsa George 18 June 2020

Balloons are always a pleasure for children. They hold them or send them up into the air and enjoy the sight in sweet abandon. The grown ups though they like to watch the excitement of children cannot linger long as they are pinned down by pressing responsibilities. A sweet poem!

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