A Bubble Wonders
A bubble’s blown with wonders:
What bustle for mere trifling!
It well knows life is fleeting,
It bothers still, nor ponders.
Look, after all fret and fuss,
And all their belaboured life,
Poor humans sunk are in strife,
And still seem to miss the bus.
Look at us: greed nor is lust,
Learn to draw a lot from us,
Stop making all needless fuss,
Blown, life’s bust, back to whence just!
Here’s hull of life that lives full:
Rid all heretofore old school.
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A bubble lives its life it knows best: all bubbling, a blissful life, going with the flow, never to resist, and yet lives a full life how so short, and then be ready any time to get bust— a simple rule of their life’s school. Three quatrains of ABBA rhyme, ending with a couplet and sonnet’s turning point called Volta.
Musings |19.12.2017|sonnet
Copyright © Aniruddha Pathak | Year Posted 2021
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