Rainbow Dreams
RAINBOW DREAMS
What would I not give for the wonder
In the eyes of a little girl
Somewhere on the edge of the horizon
A game of peek a boo
Comes alive when giggles dapple
The sunlight’s foray through the window bars
Suddenly activity becomes urgent and a shower of babbles
Burst forth in happy momentum
And you are the sun
Rainbows are the stuff life is made of
The marriage of the rain and the sun
When on a battered scooter youth meets old age in the street corner
These are the dreams of a teacher
Weaving fabrics with tattered threads
The colours vibrant in fading eyesight
Like the smart salute of the girl who cried in your class everyday
Copyright © Nivedita Bedadur | Year Posted 2016
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