Bubble Game Poem by Venmathi R

Let us go down the memory lane
To cherish 'blowing soap bubbles'.
The first time you merely blow air
It's a mess; alright.

Later you blow a series
Of bubbles waxing in circles
Like smoke rings by smokers.

Blowing the big bubble - the ultimate
That subtly floats in your palm
And a free fall to a soft landing
Joy to the core for many
Piercing is somebody's game.

To blow it to your likes
Is never a cakewalk.

Life is like a bubble game
The simple truth;
Know, explore and mirror thyself.