Bubble
Bubble
I grow by the puff of thy blow
Now I glisten, roll, and fly,
Sometimes tap the little’s nose
Sometimes fall nearby.
My act fetches smiles and giggles
I too feel proud,
Sometimes I fly all alone
Sometimes in a crowd!
Though I bear a short span
Yet I bear some weight,
I fill clear dreams in thy eyes
Even Born from soapy state!
Copyright © Rajesh Uppal | Year Posted 2016
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