The life is a dew drop
falling from heaven
makes a bubble
containing air inside
a crystal clear
having so many wishes
the bubble does not know
when it will be vanished
and will not be able
to come back to its past
No ashes is left
to the funeral of its body
I am seeing so many bubbles
dropping down on the earth
and vanishing like human life
I could not count
the numbers of bubbles
fallen since creation of life
In every rainy season
I have been waiting
to count the bubbles
and keep it in my memory
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Haunting and beautiful write that makes a connection with just how fragile life is and to keep in our memories the treasured moments!