By Rachna Gupta
I saw a bubble
Floating around
A transparent rainbow
and Oh! So round..
hither and tither
It rose and fell
And almost got pricked by
A little seashell
The breeze took it further
to tease the soft petals
of those beautiful flowers
avoiding all the nettles..
all over it pranced
it floated around
it shone like a rainbow
and did a little dance
the breeze was its cushion,
and also The Hand,
that allowed it to almost
touch, a thorn? ..and then again
to move away safely
and wander around ..
amidst all the beauty
a luminous round…
rising and falling
with every windy waft
never wearying, or caring,
when the thorns were sharp
For, unseen and unheard
The breeze was its guide…
its friend and philosopher…
its only ride!!!
simply, like that bubble..
let the breeze take over
our hearts and minds,
to dance or to hover..
to drift or float..
over flowers, or thorns,
to shine and rotate,
over seashells, or ponds,
to rise, to plunge…
to reflect the light,
not test the wave
to not, ever, fight,
to let the self go..
and quietly to merge
into that same breeze
when the time comes!