Balloon man blowing his balloons,
shaping into different colours n forms.
Every blow is filled with his thoughts,
desires to create creamy dreams.
He sells his bubbles to children,
Invading into their helplessness,
forcing them part with their meager cash,
making them feel happy as if holding a treasure.
Soon children burst bubbles,
their cry rise in air so loud.
But alas, dream seller disappears,
floating away precariously on a tiny string.
There litter, patches of many colours,
as if rainbow had busted out of sky.
flesh of clouds scattered lie every where,
like human carcass rotting on a hit and run..
As a lone ranger balloon man hangs,
holding on his lone noble thought.
Disintegrated he dissolves into vastness,
united with ultimate reality of oneness.