People witness the beauty of river,
They praise the peacefull nature,
They see the cleanness,
But noone, noone ever ask how did it came here?
People get astonished by the diverse nature of a rainbow,
They talk about the different colours it show,
They love from where it belong,
But noone, noone ever ask where did it came from?
People admire the greenness of a forest,
They often try to get lost in the darkness,
They enjoy the sounds which comes from the unknown,
But noone, noone ever ask from where did this darkness came from?
Those river drops where once someone eye crystal,
Those with in the person and yet to become tears,
Those which one day decided to join the outer world,
by falling from the eyes and submitting them as the drop of that river,
but in honesty they were just mere sheard of someone's fear,
Those rainbow started from a bottle,
A bottle which holds a lot of unsaid emotions,
Emotions of grief, pain, suffering,
But most of all not able to be interesting,
That rainbow which had so many color was hidden inside the man,
In all honesty its nothing but a broken dam,
That darkness of the forest people tend to enjoy,
Once had the light, but was always ignored,
They enjoyed the dark, hidden aspect of the forest,
which made the forest seek for the light aspects to kill,
And make it more worth to explore,
Make it look like it still can offer more,
But in the end its nothing but the insure part of its lore,
What is my relation to all this,
Nothing just, I am the owner of all three,
Cause its nothing else but my brain, heart and me.
