The world around seems
Beyond my reach,
If I flutter,
I’m afraid, it will break,
The iridescence,
That catches,
The child’s gleam,
A make-believe feel,
That masks reality!
I scrounge for relief,
But no one sees….
A thin film separates,
My world, from yours,
But a world of difference,
To perspectives it lends…
Varied hues, random colors,
A soul that wanders lay,
Trapped… in a soap bubble.
- ഴൊഎ ക
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