If Life Is A Rainbow, Are You My Vibgyor? Poem by Partha Pratim Mout

The mornings are pallid now
So is the sky.
Can't feel my senses now
My hands are all dry.

Will the monsoon come, I still wonder.
Will the fireflies, luster fire.
Beneath the tracks of sorrow and grief
Will the light rains, catalyze bliss.
A summer, says some.
Some chilly winter
Happy moments are there,
in between laughter.
Smiles are rare now, so is you
Interrogation is all, this poem will do.
I will ask none, nor will I go.
Colors will melt and mix with snow.
Remember the sky once missed the rainbow
Some found love. Some sketched sorrow.