Rockin on a chair, a novel in the hand,
A cup of coffee besides, humming a song of my fav rock band,
Out of the blue came a roaring voice,
Beautiful rain showered down bringing rejoice.
Ran out to cherish nature's beauty,
Thundering rain drenching the mountains so mighty.
I whirled around, round and round,
Pearl drops on my lehenga like a merry-go-round.
I searched for the rainbow, the colours of enchantment,
Like a pathway paved by the Lord's seven horse chariot.
Where is it! Oh mine, where is it!
The colours have vanished, what is it?
A Black Rainbow? That's a dark rainbow!
Oh Nature! Where did the colours go?
"Mother, Have you lost it with the wind, or washed away by the rain?"
"No Child! You have stolen it from me for mankind's gain.
Into the seas and sky, the frivolous big chimneys n drains you just let go,
Thus vanished blue with comrades violet and indigo;
Falling woods, curbing vegetation, deforestation on a rampant scale,
‘Enough of what we gave to mankind’, said green leaving the earth pale;
Mankind clings to more of jealousy, selfishness and hatred,
‘What do I do here now?’ Left the colour of love, hearty red;
‘How do we bloom, without our supporting fellows!’
Flew the colour of spring and warmth, jubilant yellow;
Nothing has been left pure on this earth, all polluted,
Throttled the neck of white, agony enfolded.
Black is what left with me, the dark clasps,
The symbol of mankind’s devastation aghast!”
What I heard, was neither the frog's turr turrup,
Nor the tip top drops into the water pud,
Neither the leaves clashing among in the cool breeze,
Nor the flowers' laughter and the buzzing bees.
Neither the birds fluttering their wings dry,
Nor the dancing children in the rain, trying to fly high.
It was the nature's cry, her anguish, shear sorrow within,
and languish with plentiful tears shedding.
Where do we go now! What do we do!
Come, let's spread the red, blue, green and take away her woes.
But, can we really bring back the colours of seven,
Or is it in vain, crying at the hour of eleven!
A cup of coffee besides, humming a song of my fav rock band,
Out of the blue came a roaring voice,
Beautiful rain showered down bringing rejoice.
Ran out to cherish nature's beauty,
Thundering rain drenching the mountains so mighty.
I whirled around, round and round,
Pearl drops on my lehenga like a merry-go-round.
I searched for the rainbow, the colours of enchantment,
Like a pathway paved by the Lord's seven horse chariot.
Where is it! Oh mine, where is it!
The colours have vanished, what is it?
A Black Rainbow? That's a dark rainbow!
Oh Nature! Where did the colours go?
"Mother, Have you lost it with the wind, or washed away by the rain?"
"No Child! You have stolen it from me for mankind's gain.
Into the seas and sky, the frivolous big chimneys n drains you just let go,
Thus vanished blue with comrades violet and indigo;
Falling woods, curbing vegetation, deforestation on a rampant scale,
‘Enough of what we gave to mankind’, said green leaving the earth pale;
Mankind clings to more of jealousy, selfishness and hatred,
‘What do I do here now?’ Left the colour of love, hearty red;
‘How do we bloom, without our supporting fellows!’
Flew the colour of spring and warmth, jubilant yellow;
Nothing has been left pure on this earth, all polluted,
Throttled the neck of white, agony enfolded.
Black is what left with me, the dark clasps,
The symbol of mankind’s devastation aghast!”
What I heard, was neither the frog's turr turrup,
Nor the tip top drops into the water pud,
Neither the leaves clashing among in the cool breeze,
Nor the flowers' laughter and the buzzing bees.
Neither the birds fluttering their wings dry,
Nor the dancing children in the rain, trying to fly high.
It was the nature's cry, her anguish, shear sorrow within,
and languish with plentiful tears shedding.
Where do we go now! What do we do!
Come, let's spread the red, blue, green and take away her woes.
But, can we really bring back the colours of seven,
Or is it in vain, crying at the hour of eleven!
