My joys are a bunch of balloons going high
Taking its flight to the cloudy sky
Didak da Didak da my son sings
Stares at me in smiley lips and big eyes
My little son is holding my thigh
Pressing tighter and tighter as the bunch goes up high
As the balloons chase the clouds way
The sailing cloud doubles his joy!
The kid should know I must leave
A lot of work I need to complete
My loaded tasks are left incomplete
Can't spend my time in utter ease
My brief stress mingles with his pleasure
My soul approves it as a treasure!
Copyright @ Dillip K Swain
The balloons are chasing clouds and your son enjoys it? I THINK SO. Your last 2 lines are 'a good father showing through' for sure. Now GET BACK TO work! ! !
line 4: I would use 'stares at me 'with'...'......, not 'in'.. : )
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful. Loved it. Top score