Little Bubble | A short poem

 

“Most of us are arrogant little bubbles. Victory and pleasure make us forget what we are and we expand our ego as much as possible. But in the end, we realise what we forgot and explode into nothing, leaving behind everything we had gathered to expand ourselves.”

I was an arrogant little bubble

Floating among joyful bubbles.

Absorbing the wet air of success

To expand myself with fond memories.

As I was expanding myself in time

I forgot who I really was.

Mockingly bidding goodbye

To other bubbles that died

Now when the dry air of truth

Hits me hard and pierce me deeply

I feel what I had never felt before

I realize what I did not know

Even the biggest bubble

has to pop one day

Even the thickest bubble

has to shatter one day