Nestled in two trembling hands, a face full of tears,
What an entrance to the stage of life, oblivious of life’s fears,
A wave of smiles, a tide of sighs, a life devoid of trouble,
Encapsulated at the early age, in the protective bubble.
Wrapped in clean towels, dressed in sterile clothes,
Life begins within the bubble, safe from all the loathes,
The sweaters, the mufflers, and the scarves,
Do they defend from the problems that life carves?
From roadside food to playing in the summer heat,
They’re a sin, no matter how much we feel upbeat,
No brawl with others, no hearing of cuss words,
Learning about the explicit things, via the bees and birds.
As we move on day by day, within this protective bubble,
It wears, it thins, it rubs, it spins, and finally ends up as rubble.
And as soon as this bubble bursts, we’re exposed to the fears,
The lies, the hate, the sorrow, the fate, all hidden since all years.
The bubble is gone, the troubles knock the door, we stare at it in disbelief.
Clueless how to face those fears, and how to bring relief,
Wouldn’t it be better if the bubble didn’t exist, we faced the world head on?
We could have faced come what may, whatever was thrown upon.
Pop went the bubble, the reality struck hard,
And we were left aghast,
We fall quite hard, then pull ourselves up, we flick away the dust,
We move ahead sans the bubble, with all our mighty thrust.