A thought crept into my mind
Settled in a silent corner
But my mind is not a burial ground
To press it down in secrecy
To gush forth colourful
My mind has a fount of hues
Begotten of the rainbow..
Seven and their combinations
Where from came the rainbow..
An after-thought Sun's
After the rains it was..
A worthy compendium for my mind
Doused in my mind's fount
My thought now has wings
Winged colourful it's soaring
Now above the skies
It wants to meet the Sun
Ask him where from it came
How into my mind it crept
How it got out so iridescent
Wow- - Colorful thoughts- - Beautiful poem- - To quote- - Doused in my mind's fount My thought now has wings Winged colourful it's soaring Now above the skies It wants to meet the Sun Ask him wherefrom it came
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It cannot remain cocooned. To spring forth like a Rainbow in bright colours is a great release. Fine images.