Like the bubble brusts..

A bubble in the air….

A bubble in the air…

A soul in the body…

Like the bubble in the air…

Don’t know when it brusts…

Like the bubble moving in the air…

Uncertain…when the bubble brusts…

Uncertain…when the life gets lost…

Euphoria disappears…..like the bubble brusts…

Life gets lost….when the soul brusts….

Like the bubble….moving in the air…

Like the bubble brusts….

( Life’s so uncertain…don’t know what happens when…don’t know when we born and when we die…everything uncertain..everything so much absurd…everything panic…..everything going round round..nothing possible and nothing impossible….who cares… about whom….till you alive everythings fine…and when life gets lost… everything forgotten…..Soul flies away…leaving the body turned into ashes… )

P.S. -: Life is like bubble….don’t know when it brusts and all your euphoria..ecstasy…charisma…disappears……

A life lost is never  back…

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One Response

  1. This poem doesn’t sound good. Its not that it is unknown when you are going to die. You should make your death such an occasion that you will know every thing and even death and enjoy the moments you are going to die.
    Bubbles burst in air/land/water but the life never ends in this and…………………
    But keep on writing and best of luck…………

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