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.
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)