The quest for joy
My happiness is an inflated balloon
flying high in the sky, far from reach
I gaze its journey standing in gloom
hoping the wind could bring it to me
Days passed by and my joyous balloon met zennith
I still stood at my murky old place
praying fo a mriacle to cherish me
I consoled my soul to be patient and believe that
my balloon’d come back when the time is ripe for me
but hope alone could do no magic
time had certainly decieved me
now gaping at my flying joy was not the solution
I needed to alter my means
I ran after my balloon
hoping,running and jumping for it
at times it semeed too far
at times just within my reach
I made ceaseless efforts
and the blowing wind favoured me
I raised my arms up in the sky
and yes my balloon came to me.