A child is born, carrying over gene <br />Love surrounds him with its arms <br />Child wants to reach every corner <br />Up in the air, flies a Balloon <br />Child cries to get one for its own <br />Carries it with delight, runs around. <br /> <br />Grows to be a mesmerized Teen <br />Love grips him at his belly <br />Lover just wants to meet a partner <br />Spends money, buys a Balloon <br />Puffs a lot, Fills it, just to be blown <br />Balloon has to fly; lover has to be on the ground. <br /> <br />Another gap of years passes on <br />Love becomes a quest in mind <br />Restless Lover looks for a mentor <br />Collects the pieces of burst Balloon <br />Sarcastic laugh emerges from frown <br />Mockery, Mystery and History surround <br /> <br />Middle age, inner vibration cools down <br />Bow set Love penetrates the heart <br />Pain, when balanced, kills the predator <br />Emancipated soul looks at the Balloon <br />Smirk with acumen, not to mourn <br />To love from within becomes the bond <br /> <br />Silver lines twinkle thereafter <br />Love heals the whole self <br />Insight resonates unto the creator <br />Tied at one end, flies the Balloon <br />Hilarity reaches the top to crown <br />Learn to Inflate, in its scope, not beyond. <br /> <br />-vidi- <br />15-01-2009<br /><br />Vidi Writes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/how-much-we-inflate/
