DREAM BUBBLES
S. Samal
There is nothing gay
or glorious about life
it is most common
banal
and jejune inanities
the grand synecdoche
of pity and futility
all shallow, sordid
and sterile
nothing substantial
behind the tinsel
show or shine
a tale most fussy
and the bathos of a buffoon,
his endless gimmics and somersaulting
in abortive toils and onging.
Man is but a Time’s toy
and fortune’s scoff
and giggle
no one knows
how unceremoniously
life shapes and ends
in dark dusty silence
like dreams-bubbles
erased wantonly
by rain drops.