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.
© 2022 Sankhajit Bhattacharjee