A tiny bubble bursts,
The value of life lost,
Childhood memories,
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The curiosity remains a puzzle, Even in adulthood unable to crack, Pretending to have understood the myth, A tiny bubble burst, Life's value is lost, Beautiful lines. Good memories are like bubbles that burst and vanish any moment. Thanks for the sharing of this lovely poem.
Yeah. Life vanishes like a bubble when we leave this world. a sort of philosophical drop. Like it.
10 marks for your nicely written poem. Thanks. Subhas
Thank u so much Sir: 3 Subas Chandra Chakra: 3