From white to many,

From one to seven,

We live in that heaven,

Which is people driven.



We should rainbow our-self,

And then the battle is won.

Bending from white to many colors, as rainbow itself,

What could we have done, if we had only been one.



Rainbowing is an art, which we have to attend,

Coz every time we have a different self to present.

Our battle with life is mellowed, when we rainbow,

As winning seem as close as, those seven colors through my window.



The artist told me about it once,

The Almighty hinted when the creation of it was done.

Yet the juvenile me, always pondered,

That there is some magic happening, when it thundered.