the BALlOON!!!!!

A balloon on the bustling road swings like a lost ghost,
it travels , sways and plays with the wind as it flows,
the majestic demeanor of the regales,could it boast?
Cajoling the gentle breeze it escapes all the motorist s blows ,
life to me seems like the swinging balloon, which does nt care to boast,
it looks to me like the struggle and travails that ignites the flows,
the balloon staggers as the placid breeze looks feral and crude,
but it resists to fight a lonely struggle with the winds flows ,
i hear a thump and the baloon bursts like the death abode ,
it looks remoorse with despair yet filled with a tinge of hope for another flow