I weep, I smile, remembering those ebullient days,
When I explored unknowingly a beautiful glittering cage,
I danced, I played and had built my own house of dreams,
And my world of fantasies replaced me, the original being…
The astonishing flowery balloon up high,
I thought it carried my laughter but contained only sigh,
With time it grew fatter and fatter,
Reaching heights I thought its getting better and better,
No matter how fat it grew,
But with time I even lost its view,
And today I wonder does it still exist,
Or has the almighty poked it and it ceased…
Should I weep or shall I smile, I lost the battle, or won, or is it a tie,
I chased my own built cage or lost my medium to reach the sky,
Is it the end or a beginning,
With time I have lost my fond for glitterings……
Audacity of hope.. 