Bubbles (Harmony Of Head And Heart By Moe Hein)

BUBBLES


In childhood,

when I blew soap-bubbles

it was indeed thrilling.

So glasslike and smooth

with colours and images mixing.

Small beautiful worlds they were

but only a moment to last.

Silently, they vanished and

I was left with a hollow heart.



In manhood,

new kind of bubbles, I see.

Not of soap but "human" beings.

They too, in someway, mirror

all good and bad things.

However great or humble,

these bubbles too are short-lived.

So, when seeing them rise and fall

my head becomes reflective.


(FROM POEMS ON DEATH)
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Harmony Of Head And Heart By Moe Hein