Do I Really Know? Poem by BASAB CHAUDHURI

Do I Really Know?

Often they ask me
how I am doing.
Do I really know?

Still, I say, I'm good.
It has become a habit.
Good? What is it?

What is life, after all?
A one-time experience—
a chance that happened
by chance.
An accident that may end
at any moment.
An unexpected turning point.

Bubbles form.
They burst.
Even a bubble has life—
do we care?

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