A rain dropp sparkles in the sun
Refracting light prismatically.
Primary colours every one
collectively and separately
Though in itself quite colourless,
It can convert white light into.
Any colour more or less
A most impressive range of hues.
Sadly the magic cannot last
The raindropp will evaporate.
The present will become the past.
This is not open to debate.
There is no room for argument.
Rain drops are always transient
Tuesday,29 June 2010
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem