WHEN THE BUBBLE BURST

As long as you stand on your own feet

Your body from head to toe is just filled

Not with the air, or the blood circulating

But, your bubble of Ego, called the  “I,”.

So vain are you, that unrestricted you boast

Standing on the rooftop you shout loudest

About your wealth, the bungalows, the cars

All your achievements and many rewards

But, one day your body collapses with the virus

Not you, but some faceless hands rush your stretcher

Unknown Doctors and nurses struggle to keep you alive

Now, only the murmur of the machines, is YOU 

As you stare listlessly at the hospital ceiling

The kind loving hands care for you restlessly

The faces which you cannot even recall today

They struggled selflessly to make you stand again

Now back from the hospital and limping around

You realize the big truth that there is nothing like “I”

You stand only because of the hundred invisible hands

Were always there, supporting, helping you to stand

Your life is never controlled by your own will

The air, sunlight and love are all given free to you

Wake up now, and come out of your ego shell

Be humble, thankful to the gifts of the unknown.