A Bubble Of Water Poem by Dr Bhabagrahi Moharana

A drop of rain falling from the eaves
Of my thatched roof of a parental gift;
Looks graceful to me; I love to keep it well.
But known to all that it's a dome of bubble
To last for a while on this ground.

Nothing to be worried as they say;
The bubble may be transient,
But it's a prism
Of multi-coloured dome
To film the panorama of life.
Myriad rainbows reflect on it
Bewitching and mesmerizing to drink
The last dregs of life.

©Dr. Bhabagrahi Moharana
Composed on 26 September,2019