Friday, February 12, 2010

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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