Every time I see the rainbow in sky
It tells me about yesterday
From beginning till the end
Things that can never amend.
Violet says the life began
It was just the perfect phase
Indigo speaks of the man
Who had brought all the change
Blue informs about the sadness
That ran through the darkness
Green smiles very wide
Telling me now, everything was right.
Yellow shows its grace
Saying the hope was ahead
Orange wipes off its tears
Letting me know about the fear.
Red shades its colour
Talking about the great terror
An alarm about a dreadful night
Where everything was black and white.
It still continues in this world
Which once shined like a pearl
Men says it’s the beginning
But truly it’s the end.
good poem, Prachi, keep it up! But nothing ends, nothing begins...it is just a continuous cycle...
A really great poem. I really enjoyed it. May i invite you to read my poem called, Back in time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautifully written and very good descriptions. Gods painting in all of its majestic splendor. Enjoyed.