As he woke up,
In his mother's lap,
He saw it,
It made him clap.
What joy he felt,
Such was the draw,
Of the balloon,
Inspiring great awe.
Shaped like a heart,
It was the last one,
Trying to cut loose,
And reach out for the sun.
He pointed towards it,
And made a sound,
So mother could notice,
The wonder he had found.
And mother did notice,
For the rickshaw stopped,
Near the balloon seller,
And out they hopped.
She handed over a note,
And got him the balloon,
He was so happy,
He'd got the moon.
But it'd got feelings,
The heart shaped balloon,
Out of the little hands,
It escaped soon.
It rose into the air,
Finally free,
It was its moment,
Its moment of glee.
Then it looked down,
And saw the little one,
Looking at him,
Crying for the last one..