The Bubble Bursts Poem by Kritanjay Sharma

Sympathy's been no man's aide
Disasters indeed take not the victims' side
Slowly do we creep to the edge
Drifting away from duty
Dangerously, nearly tipping over the edge
With peers and encouragement
And inferiors and solace
What makes a man
his true responsibilities embrace?
One shot down and the world is a blur
Yet conversing seems easier even as we slur
The blanket of protection
Isn't pulled away slowly
But, in one tug yank'd
and the fears we kept at bay
From all sides have us flanked
And then, alas only then
The essence of hardwork would we thank.