We are all bubbles,
tiny ascending fragile pieces
surviving in an ocean of life,
fighting for the holy brim,
just to reach there,
but we all would burst someday,
won’t we?
some would untimely
some purposely,
so before striking the brim,
lets not worry about the burst,
it would be a dazzle
when the souls escapes of the bubble,
but let us worry about the ascend
and make it worth it
Beautifully written..
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great poem !
bubbles ………….
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