Whenever I see Gas balloons go up

I wonder where we’d end up

If we’re balloons.

Would we go far away to some unknown destiny?

Or will it be carefully decided goal.

We would work our way to?


Balloons! How much they’re

like human beings-

so different from each other

in colors, shapes, design and sizes

Some live long and some don’t.


Just like us some find

A pair of loving hands and some don’t

They get lost, burst or destroyed


Like we do at times

They rub cheeks affectionately

Occasionally you can hear

they whisper secrets

As only friends will.


And once in a while, in the chill

of the night, or mist of dawn

you may find one tear

flowing down silently.


1. Bring out the resemblance between man and balloons.

2. Do you agree with the poet’s way of comparing our lives to balloons? Why or why not?

3. Through the simple idea of the balloon the poet is conveying a deep message. What is that message?

4. Which line from the poem is used to describe the rustling sound of the balloon?

5. Which is the word closest to ‘fate’ in meaning?

6. Identify any poetic device from the poem. Give an example.