February 6th, 2017
A mere miracle.
A soap bubble filled with colours.
A cloud that floats with boasted pride
A bloom that so delightful
A merry- go-round of excitement
A kite that fly higher and higher.
The miracle disappears.
Colour Filled bubbles burst into nothing.
A cloud that lost its shape.
The withered petals fall off the flower
A merry go round that lost its axis
A kite without the yarn.
A lump in the breast is
A philosophical teacher.
Immortals realize that
They are not eternal.
Death is always there.
A heart attack- I lost my uncle
The thyroid cancer
That took my Aiya away.
The friend who was killed in the war.
An adopted son who took his life.
Nothing and Nobody questions the existence.
Except a mere muscle mass .