When the road was blocked,

after sudden hailstorm,

the mettle started looking,

for path of different form.

The long lengthy path was chosen,

amidst the ice caped frozen,

thinking twice was not the option,

wheels had to come in motion.

And as the cities passed,

rivers were crossed,

we reached the world,

where nothing was forced.

Unexpected different air,

with same sky and same land,

shinning light and falling leaves,

tied me like unwanted band.

The world seemed never so free,

without mason and its walls,

anywhere and everywhere,

the happy soul was on er rolls.

The balloon filled pride,

moved with the wind,

early was the realisation,

to make her teeth grind.

Realisation of blunder,

which crushed her fore,

Innocence, Ignorance or Survival?

has torn the peace and heart to sore.

And this wandering balloon,

fell in the woods,

trying to find the shores,

the shores with different air and goods.