Literary Yard

Search for meaning

By: Debabrata Mohanty

The drifting clouds opposite
The shining sun promise
A shower and rainbows..
The awaiting eyes keep looking up for a fervent desire
Taking shape of an arc…

A beacon of hope is missing
In the foggy sky..
The trust that’s only made of light
And droplets of water
To be washed away in an hour.

Rainbows scatter hues in the sky
Unreachable and impalpable
And so distant.
Mustn’t grieve my day
As I make rainbows in the darkest nights with flashlights…
A trick on my vision.

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