If You Cut a Tree; You Cut Your Own Mother – Poems on Environment , Wildlife , Mother Nature , Global Warming by Nikhil Parekh - HTML preview

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60. RAINBOW 

 

Violent streaks of nail polish V IOLET,

circular shades of flaming I NDIGO,

fat smear of bright parrot G REEN,

thick envelope of heavenly cloud B LUE,

thin smudges of neglected dirty Y ELLOW,

peripheral paint lines of blazing O RANGE,

encapsulating outlines of deathly R ED,

prompted by brilliant sunshine in cascading rain,

sky patches of light blue,

sun ball shining in full heat at boiling point,

thin wisps of pale white cloud cover,

dispersed in distant boundaries of the sun,

shriveled to an iota of their traditional attire,

which is dark grey with blushes of black,

now discharging rain in sunlight,

forming a perfect VIGBYOR rainbow,

to the unconquered delight of living organism,

existing in spiceless moments of worldly life.