Prism Poem by Neela Nath Das
Prism
Over there, coruscating the horizon.
The ghost from an unrecognized tomb
has vanished in the vale.
None won't be in counter-espionage.
Heart in hand she knelt before the sun.
The seven colors sprinkled in wonder,
as they passed thru the heart!
Prism it is!
The apparition of the dark autumn, dingy and crass
rode away, away from to melt as a black-spot!
Remained only she, the seven colors and the sun!
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