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Many a man whom I have known Like a breath of wind is passed and gone More are passing even now Bubbles, khushal, such art thou The great artificer no doubt Knows full well what he’s about Blowing bubbles, bubbles blown Are no sooner blown than flown Scarcely sooner flown than ended Bubbles burst when the’re distended And can never more be mended But ere ended how they dance Locking substance, lacking stance Up or down as they may chance On the goles of circumstance Sadness, gladness, joy and sorrow Interchangeable tomorrow Know thyself? Absurd direction Bubbles bear no introspection

Khushal Khan Khattak