When I was three
Blowing bubbles
Under my tamarind tree
Amma asked
'Do you know
Every life is
A bubble? '
I said no
After I turned ten
A sulking pre-teen, then
Amma said
'Each of a person's face
Is a bubble
Break the ones that hurt you
It works'
It worked
Now I've grown, evolved
So did Amma's bubbles
Whose number suffocated me
Deceiving charm hurt me
So I broke one of mine instead
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Dear Ila, Lovely poems this is. 160. Crazy But Why Be not crazy for success No effort excess Is worthy of admiration Unless it has power of Inner satisfaction That lies in joy of whole Not in single full bowl What worth a wealth ................................. ............................... more of it on my page. I invite you to read my poems and give your views Thanks!