RAINBOW.
You, the many splendoured rainbow
True, you make your presence
Felt, Oh! Very seldom
Yet enough and more
For us to give joy.
After the rainy showers
When the trees droop low
Their leaves heavy with rain
When the flowers wilt and swoon
When the sun becomes shrouded
His golden rays concealed
The clouds slowly whitening
It is then---then you
Emerge, the seven hued vibgyor
Resplendent and delightful
To our eyes...the shine after the rain
The hope after the torment.
poetess mridula menon.
Excellent write, my applause, regards
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