Lived his whole life in a bubble.
Oh how he always longed to walk on the grass,
Feel his mother's hands,
Escape from the plastic walls and feel normal once again.
Miraculously he got cured and went out into the city,
There everything seemed new, big and lively,
Eventually loneliness caught him
And he felt desperately empty.
Every where he looked,
He saw people caught up in their own world.
Hesitant faces, anxious feet,
Fingers fidgety and bodies curled.
He couldn't understand why people love hurting each other,
And how did the downfall of one represented success of another.
Among themselves, everyone had built their own world,
Only to realise, not him but everyone, was living in a bubble.
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