A Thought Crept Into My Mind Poem by Indira Renganathan

A thought crept into my mind
Settled in a silent corner
But my mind is not a burial ground
To press it down in secrecy

To gush forth colourful
My mind has a fount of hues
Begotten of the rainbow..
Seven and their combinations

Where from came the rainbow..
An after-thought Sun's
After the rains it was..
A worthy compendium for my mind

Doused in my mind's fount
My thought now has wings
Winged colourful it's soaring
Now above the skies

It wants to meet the Sun
Ask him where from it came
How into my mind it crept
How it got out so iridescent