She stands there in a drab world
Colourless and insipid ,without mortal existence;
And man to add hues of deeds and emotions.
She is standing on the threshold of adolescence,
With an aura of bewildered curiosity,
Mixed with anticipation and delight

Two balloons of two of life’s  stages disappeared in the cosmos
Escaping like flying moments into vacuum of the past
That of the birth stage, orange as newborn dawn
Has long slipped from the grasp
And floated to disappear into nothingness
It was painted in the hue of beginning
That of the solar face – the start of the universe
Or the sky at descent of Aurora, to herald the day

The balloon of childhood has just left the clasp
And floated into space to blend into yesterday
This was tinged in pink, the colour of innocence
It is the colour of the blushing rose in bloom
Also the colour that glistens on conch shells
A colour of purity and softness ,without malice
And that of trust and dreams

Now in her hand on strings of future that restrain
Are five balloon each of a certain time in human life
The red balloon is symbol of juvenility
Representing the passion and vitality of youth
Like crimson raspberries and luscious cherry
And scarlet blood of lust and desire

There is the blue balloon of middle age
A colour of calmness and maturity
Like the turquoise ocean and the azure expanse
It is reminiscent of ice with its blue texture
That cools the passions inherent of youth

The yellow balloon also soars in its limited space
Held firmly till it escapes into oblivion
It is reminiscent of mellowed ripeness
And the withering face of the dried, fallen leaves
Vitality is gone and paleness descends
This is the shade of twilight sky

Last balloon to remain in the grasp is that of demise
It is the color of the angellic robes , hue of peace and purity
The colour of carnations ,before incarnation
When the slate is wiped clean
And the soul flies away with the last balloon
While Death strokes her wrinkled brow
With soothing icy fingers…