This poem is taken from Stand 223, 17(3) September - November 2019.
Poem
[The trick...]
The trick with the air was to capture a part of it
Inside a large soap bubble
And while the bubble maintained its wobbled integrity
Scramble the air it held till that air
...
The trick with the air was to capture a part of it
Inside a large soap bubble
And while the bubble maintained its wobbled integrity
Scramble the air it held till that air
...
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