A tiny bubble bursts,
The value of life lost,
Childhood memories,
Bubbling treasuries,
Bubbles blown to space,
Fly for a while,
Mingle into the vast space in a while,
Curious childish mind,
Repeating the exercise,
Asking an unanswered question,
Where did the bubble vanish?
The volatile surface, .
Flying in numbers, where did they vanish?
The curiosity remains a puzzle,
Even in adulthood unable to crack,
Pretending to have understood the myth,
A tiny bubble burst,
Life's value is lost,
........
(c) Akshaya Kumar Das
The curiosity remains a puzzle, Even in adulthood unable to crack, Pretending to have understood the myth, A tiny bubble burst, Life's value is lost, Beautiful lines. Good memories are like bubbles that burst and vanish any moment. Thanks for the sharing of this lovely poem.
Yeah. Life vanishes like a bubble when we leave this world. a sort of philosophical drop. Like it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
10 marks for your nicely written poem. Thanks. Subhas
Thank u so much Sir: 3 Subas Chandra Chakra: 3