The Rainbow
It was a great evening
of a lovely Spring
I was walking in the meadow
not far from my little villa
located in the middle
of my village that 's lose to my heart.
Suddenly blew a gusty wind
across the meadow
and soon the sky became murky
and a lovely patch of silvery cloud
formed a crown o'er the mountain top
the setting sun spread its rays,
an amorous caress round the neck
of its dear mistress the silvery cloud!
giving instant birth to a son
who appeared as a lovely bow
a heavenly bow arched skywards
whose body bowed with ends
touching the meadow lush and green
and what a magnificent bow was that
with multiple layers of colors all sorts
violet,indigo,blew,red, orange and yellow!
and after a brief rest under a tree
as I started my trek back home
from the meadow lush and green
I looked at the sky again
there was no over hanging cloud now,
on the mountain behind the meadow
and the rainbow son of Sun disappeared;
scolded by sun the father!
I know not why
but all said and done
He was indeed celestial spectacle
par excellence, the Rainbow!
Copyright © Vasudevan Desikachari | Year Posted 2016
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