A flower sings  its own song
accompanied by a glowing inner light.
As flowers sing,  their rainbow of sound grows.

Life is just a series of colours,
Dripping off the ends of rainbows,
Into pools of darkened water.

The rainbow
There is not *** of
G o l d in the end
Of the
R a I n b o w
But it is good look and love

The green grass glazed in sunlight
And the leaves seemed yellowish bright
When the dark clouds began to fight
Raindrops were accompanied by thunder and light

When the Peacock spreads its colourful wings
Then my mood blithes when the cuckoo sings
The rain falls with much many drops
And satisfies a million of hopes

The cold wind just soothed my soul
And forced me on the earth to fall
Then there when i opened my eyes
A beautiful rainbow was in the skies

By that time I was completely wet
And it was the time for the sun to set
All those tiny drops of rain
Had washed away all my sorrows and pain

In the night cold, the nature was alive
And the disturbed bees were buzzing in their hive
The clouds had gone and the moon had come
Alongwith the insects had just started their song

It was so peaceful in the dark to listen 
Still unknown to the words they sing
These all were due to the blessings of nature 
Whose moves gave me intense pleasure
That day was like no day before
What my heart says to pass it once more!

she is
never stable
forever shifting
iridescent light
burning fire
molded by
foreign hands
foreign trauma
infecting body
it still hurts
as if it were
her own