The Colouful Smiling Curve on the Sky
The blue skies turn black,
The growling clouds hover,
The roaring thunders and lightning flashes,
The skies surrender as rains come down.
Soon, the rains depart,
The weather turns cool,
And, if fate smiles upon me,
I can see the rainbow glistening too.
Gentle and silent yet effervescent,
Transforming the drenched scene,
The murk vanishing from memory,
As it healing touch pats all.
The blissful rainbow we all are,
Each one when coming together,
Leaving aside our grievances and differences,
Uniting for the sake of being human.
Life becomes simple and smooth,
Hurdles become bearable,
As we laugh, share, and cry together,
Respecting and treating well.
The Master Painter doesn’t make a mistake,
Splashing colours of quirkiness on everyone,
In solidarity, they mingle and blend best,
That’s how the planet should be, rich and vibrant.