Life – A Bubble In The Flowing River

Life   A Bubble In The Flowing River short poem

Photo by ActiveSteve 

Life and Death are like the
Birth and Bonding of a flowing River

While on Birth we sure cry
We fear when on death

Advancing of our Age is akin to the
blowing in size of the bubble in water

occurrence of death is similar
to the melting of the bubble.

Like the bubble melting and mixing with water
Human body gets decayed and buried in the soil

Flowing river ultimately reaches the Sea,
so also the dead will move into an unknown world

Rate the poem
1 Star2 Stars3 Stars4 Stars5 Stars (1 votes, average: 2.00 out of 5)
We are posting your rating...

Have something to say about the poem?

Ramapriya Nr

Signup / Login to follow the poet.
I am a retired Engineer from the Government of Karnataka and now 64 year old. post retirement I fancied to write in 3 languages namely English,Hindi and kannada. I have written several poems,short stories etc and have published two books namely ""Tri bhasha Kritigalu and Rampys vision on lifes mission and now it has become passion for me to continue writing. I have also developed several software computer programmes covering Technical,medical and general programmes
Poems you will love

Give your feedback / review for the poem

7 Comments on "Life – A Bubble In The Flowing River"

Notify of
avatar
Sort by:   newest | oldest
Aloke
Member

A philosophical sense of finality turned into a fine poem.

Savi Mani
Member

life is enjoyable liveable while death is inevitable, life and death beautifully portrayed…….liked the lines……..Flowing river ultimately reaches the Sea,
so also the dead will move into an unknown world……nobody knows where the departed soul goes but yes as long as life is there why thing about death!!!!!!!!!
a very philosophical poem indeed……..

Savi Mani
Member

sorry correction..pls read as “why think about death”…….typographical mistake….

Laya Sarath
Member

SO wonderfully penned…and life compared to the bubble…peak of imagination…so good 🙂

wpDiscuz

Upon Thy Inchoate Manifestation…

Upon Thy Inchoate Manifestation... long poem

(as imagined by this lumpenproletariat) When no bigger then innocuous, ho hum, happy go lucky generic black whole sonny and cher full pinhead size zit, thine pluperfect promising mysterious seat of pants whodunnit wordlessly wise wedded waywardness writ partly apportioned,

Addition – Life Through Others

Addition   Life Through Others short poem

Addiction to harmless Is accepted Addiction to harmful Is not advisable Addiction is submission Which involves Imaginations Addition is Pollution Which involves Revolution Addition is attraction Which involves Affection Addition is a fiction Which involves Correction Addition is a caution

Voyage To The Bottom Of This…

Voyage To The Bottom Of This... ballad

Prevaricated Forth Write Declaration! As most every girl and boy taught back in the day, or more recently going to Zerns, a golden age of story telling, when rapt listening ears willingly leant eager attention to a riveting speaker such

A Eulogy To A Grandpa From A Grandson!

A Eulogy To A Grandpa From A Grandson! long poem

Men rise, men die but a few live on in eternity, There are kings, there are mortals and there are those who are immortals but a few are engraved in the silhouettes of history. There was a lion who once

An Aire ‘ Bout Central Air

An Aire  Bout Central Air ode

Far moost o’ me three score minus one year tethered upon terra firmae where planet Earth doth veer (spins upon the global axis (tilted 23.5 degrees from the plane of its orbit around the sun), terrestrial genesis (perhaps accompanied for