Bubbles

Locked in the imaginations,

Caught in the bubble of realities,

But once she preferred the bubble of illusions!

Let the kiddo remain in the bubble,

Let her play for a while with her hair,

Bite her nails,

Smudge mud on her hands!

Paint the walls with bluish red!

Let her playfulness wrap around the garden long before time stops,

Long before the alarming clock says to put on a pause!

Stop!

You are now grown up.

You can not play with fire nor water.

You are too cold and too hot to be handled!

The bubble of illusions broke!

And so her happiness.

Let her inner kid remain happy for a while in the bubble untill those are taken away!

Let her play with her fingers untill those are chained in shackles,

Shackles of failures,

Let her be there- in the bubble,

The bubbles of illusions remains her happy place!

©® Farheen Akter Bhuian

Time stamp: 5 pm, Mirpur Cantonment.

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