Pappa, look there's a rainbow in the sky
A bow of colours looking so marvel
If I get an arrow I 'll use this bow
To conquer the world of colours
Pappa, if you get me an arrow
An arrow made of evergreen love
I 'll use that tip of love
And make some wound of love
I 'll keep that bow in my heart
Which a gifted quiver from God
And will go on hurting hearts
Till the wounds make a tie of Love
this is a beautiful poem... narrated from the perspective of a child lends innocence... Asma...
I liked this Niranjan, with the exception of the third stanza, which I thought was trite. The use of a paternal figure is well presented here and, overall, this is a lovely write.
trying to conquer the world of colors is beautiful.afterall what is left with love is only wounds in the end..........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Subhash, I have to agree with Denis on this one, the third stanza weakens the poem, you might consider a re-write of it, or perhaps losing it altogether. On the first two stanzas, I love the softness of the language, and the thought of conquering the world of colors with an arrow of ’evergreen love’. There is a delicacy about it that seems intrinsic in your writing. -Eila