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Eohemera
Ephemera
In an island berthed on the sea
Where the sun shines all round seasons
And rain does linger as a plea,
Rainbows arch the sky quite often
And present relish to the eye
In the firmament not so high.
With red, orange and yellow hues
Lined side by side with green and blue,
Indigo fringed with violet
All reflecting in rivulets,
Diffuse matchless joy to the heart,
A beauty that does stand apart.
How I would wish to grab colours
Of the rainbow just with my palm!
But deep in my mind I ponder
That its evasive, flitting charms
Are but delusive chimera
That vanish like ephemera.
Copyright ©
Krishnanand Guptar
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