As a child to be a fool
To think the world outside is
always colourful

Inside a bubble
With walls of iridescence
Sheltered in a world of ignorance

But I know it's a privilege
to grow up so naive,
And nothing really prepares you
for the world outside

In an open field
it meets you - a wind so harsh
The umbrella in your hand
has now flown apart

Then the sharp sunlight hits your eyes
You catch glimpses of iridescence in its light
And that's when you truly begin to empathize
with the ones who came before and
all that your parents have sacrificed
✍🏻 maheru.......