Rainbow Poem by Minnoor srinivasan

Rainbow
Is it the banner or festoon hung in the heavens, glorifying the rain?
When the sun-light and the rain-filled clouds embrace -
Perhaps the fond impress has brought the color-pattern!
S it a silent communication saying that the wealth withers in
The momentary mundane living;
Is it a painting on the canvas of sky?
Or is it a bow without a string!
Is it the dream of a virgin?
There are in the world, arrows galore that would hurt and kill
But i behold the bow, amidst the clouds,
Dripping and dropping the life-giving arrows;
Hail the bow of peace in the world of turmoil writhing desperate and restless;