I am not exigent as vital oxygen,
nor I am blood,that runs the step of life.
I am the eternal beloved,
nor the most cherished one.
I am as important as the work I can do for them,
I am a passing phase.
They don’t miss me in my absence,
probably won’t notice my demise.
I am a bubble
full of life,but insignificant to those who prefer
show over quality.
That is how it is till the absence. A universal truth. Well penned.
A masterly and circumspect understatement on deeper existential matters.