Life Is A Bubble Poem by sehdev sharma

Sitting in the balcony,
I saw a bubble of detergent,
dangling direction less,
moves up and down,
with pace of the,
wind.

I felt it is my life.
I swings like a sea saw,
Like bubble,
it is very light,
have all the colours of rainbow,
changing at substantial speed.

But,
I felt little low too.
Thought the life of,
a bubble is very colorful,
but its very short,
it depends on wind,
how long and how far,
it would sustain,
its existence.

So is my life.