A gliding balloon!

A blood red balloon,
Clasped in my palm: lifeless,
To be inflated soon..
A gliding orb in process..
The more heartily I blow in..
The more efforts I provide..
It begins to groove and spin,
Becomes tough and wide!

This is the story of a dream-
In progress.. And the required duties!
To blow efforts into the lifeless scheme,
So it it shall thrive and soar with ease..
The success story
Like that red, beautiful globe..
Gliding around in all its glory..
Contentment of rising upon its scope!