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.
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An insightful philosophical reflection written in persuasive expressions with conviction. A brilliant work of art.