There was a gentle drizzle When he was taken back home. It picked up and a tussle Between clouds brought a loud boom! Threatened, he began to cry. His father consoled him good. Soon, rain was having a shy, As sun emerged from its hood. "Look!" his sister jerked him hard. "There!" she pointed at it high. A big bluish green arc had Come from nowhere like a lie. His eyes went wide as he saw The rainbow which soon vanished. He cried again; Could not draw More; His eyes were left famished. He grew up; had magical Moments a few, in his life. Senile and more whimsical, He lived on them; Felt alive. One felt by the little child; The other dawns at the end This magic is just so wild; Nobody could comprehend.
The poet underscored the event in childhood and delights in comparing when the same event witnessed by it in adulthood. The brilliance is gleaming in the stanzas like a rare double rainbow. Nature provides many awesome and gaga moments to delight people of all ages. But the wonders a child enjoy with jaw dropping could be nonpareil. It reminds me of a long streak of bright lightning in the dark clouds and the huge thunder that follows jerking the entire atmosphere that I witnessed in a flash through the window in 2005. It also transported my mind how i shivered in my childhood with a similar event when my hugging mom cupped my eyes with her palm! The read generated nostalgia thanks to @rgsrinivasan .
Thanks for your nice feedback and like @Thyagarajan. There is more than what meets the eye in this one. Relished writing this one and in particular the last 2 paragraphs. Hope you'd find that too! Thanks again for beaming your light on this otherwise unnoticed work of mine. -rgs
Thanks for drawing my attention to the above. Irrepressible Retirees aka old timers generally enjoy retelling the events and delights they had either enjoyed or surmounted to their kith and kin and also to acquaintances. This lends them a kind of relief and pleasure as well. In my old anecdotes I had written in IL ONLY about incidents happened in my life official and in donestic. I derived great satisfaction with many read it and wrote platitudes. The readers FB including yours gave me encouragement and carried me further till this date with this community. The brooding of past delights as a child as a toddler as a boy all floods ones memory and reverberates throughout in the pace when he or she is recognised only as a spent force. This is what emerges per se from the paragraph or the stanza you had cited in your response. Regards.God Bless
Amazingl!! We all keep going for that rainbow by the end of the rain! I may not commented before, but all of your works are so original, brilliant and brimming with talent !!
Thanks @Thyagarajan for sharing your view and for acknowledging my comment. Each line in this one has seven syllables [number of letters in the word Rainbow]. And the last para - Does it reflect only the rainbow? Don't you think life itself is short lived and unpredictable just as the rainbow? -rgs
