Indra the king of heaven
Takes is bow, the good rainbow
And aims to earth with colored flowers
He knew well colors are good
To make the world and minds in order
Where he failed, he not carried the arrow
And returned to heaven to take the arrows
To aim in world with flowers attached
The rainbow took only some time in sky
And went back to his masters archery
Rainbow, when gets a glimpse we are lucky
The master of craftsmanship in heavens it made
How beautiful a rainbow we knew
How wonderful when it is visible
Not nobody's guess but our own experience.
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