The Red Balloon............ Poem by Sebastine Humaemo

Tying my shoes when the clock striked six
out I moved for a pleasant evening walk
for the past few years, the one who accompany me
was none other than my pretty walking stick
all the way I keep murmuring myself
God make this eve a joy filled one
and for the childrens in the park
I even liked to be a funny clown

Stepping in the park, I felt sad in my heart
for I am the only one, without a pair in the park
asusual sitting under a tree, I glared at the kids
and my eyes started to search for that sweet little girl
the one whom I admire and adore
for she has the name and smile of my wife
who is now no more

There she stood with a red balloon in her hand
which made her look as the prettiest angel in this land
sharing her a smile, I waved my hands
in a childish voice she asked me to join her play
whenever she passes the balloon to my hand
I feel myself...in the form of this little girl
my everloving wife still stands

Seeing her eyes I was lost in the dream
soon I heard she started shouting with a scream
jolted, my mind came back to this world
then I realized the mistake I have done
since lost in dream, I missed to hold the balloon
and it started to flew near a thorny bush soon

Before I could reach the tiny twine
the balloon pressed on the thorns and got burst
with a sign of guilt, I turned to look at the kid
there she stood with tears looking straight in my eyes
and something said am going to miss her again in my life
without saying a word she ran out the park
and there I stood alone again in the dark

Tying my shoes when the clock striked six
out I move for a pleasant evening walk
now each day I stop by a shop, to buy a red new balloon
with a little hope atleast today, I should give it to her
its been a year, still I didn't saw the kid again
but I go every day, in search for her to the same park
with heartful of tears and pain.....................