Poem 285 : Bursting Balloon

 Bursting Balloon

                             - T ABRAHAM

(SOURCE: AI GENERATED IMAGE)

The colourful membrane at rest,

Contained in plenty for the best,

Blown with the air of happiness,

Consuming space with slow pace,

Alarming and charming around,

A levelled ground with no base,

Enormous air given, filled inside,

Stress and strain being put to test,

Air of happiness becoming foul,

An evil sharpness is surrounding,

Celebration turning to destruction,

No bleeding seen with rapid action,

The rust coated needle and pointer,

Out of nowhere comes all the darts,

Popping and crashing everywhere,

Finally blown up only to burst open.