Soak No More!

Soak no more! says the boy,

who sells bubble makers,

that has seen no takers.

These are no bubbles,

but dreams in a crowd;

thus he calls out loud.

He gracefully pleads

to let them all fly,

into the winter sky.

Dreams into reality,

they shall spin,

says he, with a grin.

But before he leaves

he gladly glances,

at all the happy faces.

“Bubbles they only are.

Rest was all but lies.”

Saying so, he smiles.

And then he declares;

appear they shall, immaterial,

but joy hides in the trivial!

PS: About the picture - I met this little boy who sells bubble makers at Lalbagh who was eager to empty the solution until i captured my best shot. In return I promise to give him some prints.