Rainbow Poem by Bhat Aijaz

It was not possible,
to create a Rainbow,
in the sky.
But a little boy,
who was dreaming it,
did not cry.
He picked up a stick,
and made a window,
to call his hope (Allah)
and before him, he bow.
For Making Rainbow,
he had no colors,
to paint and draw.
But Allah heard him,
and provided him,
material raw.
He picked up some dust,
and in the sky, he throw,
he was amazed to see,
it became a 'Rainbow'..


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