All my balloons rise so high For finding their cloud In this vast sky.
I gaze the scene Admiring with contented eyes Seeing my balloons Floating in sky
Maybe, Ages Later when they reached there They will say it with sigh
That it was me Who filled air inside And brought them here Releasing thread of their Letting them to Fly
For now, With a smile I say goodbye For I have more balloons Waiting to fly.
If I'm asked whom I'll touch the feet of first My teacher or the God without hesitation I bend myself in front of teacher because of him I reached to God - Saint Kabir