Poem 333: An Air Bubble

Scientific Research Fellow in University of Wisconsin, Milwaukee

An Air Bubble

Her life was like an air bubble-

flying with fantasy,

born to get vanished,

no trace after death...

Her husband was out of service.

Her son was her heartbeat.

Her boss was her banker.

Her job was very simple but...

She neither loved her husband nor her boss.

Her son was her eyeball.

Her husband never accused her

but she often accused him.

Her boss was proud of her

but she was dissatisfied with the salary

but ever pleased with the bonus.

Her job was complex but...

The air bubble rose high with energy of liberty

but fear of losing entity.