Bubbles

So it goes this way
Somebody was bellowing
Water bubbles into the air
A stupid me being guided
By the procession of buubles
Followed the trajectory
To find its source
Goodness! said my eyes
This old man doing this childish stuff?
Closer I went to and asked,
“Isn’t your act is the antithesis of your matured wisdom?
The wrinkled faced beamed.
“Freeing the things bound” came out the voice.
It once struck a chord somewhere in the cardiac territory.
And then I began to find me in the swarm of bubbles.
©jeyforyou

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