The Rainbow

P.V. SHRIKANTH

Beneath a tree, beside a glimmering lake, sat I.
A carpet around me of flowers blood red.
So soothing, pleasant and cool to the eye
Across the lake blue, many a Daffodil’s bed.
Calm, serene and cloudless was the yonder sky.
On flowers gently the squirrels in play did tread.

Nearer to the lake’s quivering edge,
Grow broad flowers, purple and white,
And patches of grass among the sedge.
In which floated lilies, broad and bright;
Many an oak was lit that overhung the hedge
With starry reflections of watery light.

Over the horizon, majestic and lovely came it,
Of colours, splenderous, charming seven,
The Rainbow in me sensuous thrill lit,
As behold I did to gateway of Heaven.
Which made many a poet’s heart leap to knit
Wonderous poems on Beauty’s haven.

Reflection of the Sun from raindrops, it’s said,
By scientists, far and wide, after many years’ quest;
Or is it He shooting colours from the rainbow blue and red,
Making man’s life full of colour and zest;
To me it’s inspiration for man to be of good stead,
In rise and fall, with colourful emotions blended best.