A girl dreamt to see a rainbow one day
From her straw roofed hut with walls made of clay,
All the seven tints instead of just grey
But her fate did play and fate did betray
Violet were her bruises of memory gates,
As she flees through the indigo estates
And past blue waters where danger awaits,
Around which green grows, synthesising fates
Her golden dreams worsen yellow, then dies,
And the orange sky, shattered dreams compiles,
Red is the result when burst body cries
And her dream had come true before her eyes....
~Ajay
July 2017
