Rainbow

When you can make a difference
Bring a change
For a better future,
Better living
All the tomorrows
Which can be wiped off,
Of the gloominess that darkness accompanies..

Ain't only about the books
It's also about the bats, the balls
Which can never be held in their hands
For what lies ahead is only the blurred margins

All the greens of the fields,
Which will be missed.
The glaring orange of the Sun.
The bright red of the chillies, burning your tongue
You would want to see..

The view of the dark bulging clouds, ready to pour down a spell,
Along with their thundering anger.
And the thick branches in their hugs across the streets.
The brown of the earth,
The sky blue reflected by the clear blue still of the lake.
To rest alongside the streets, chasing the colour pop of a butterfly..

Things which you believe only when you see..
Imagination gives you wings,
But to take that flight
You recall all you've seen.
Close your eyes
And finally jump in..

So when you can make a difference,
Even a small one.
For them to savour the many rainbows the sky of life beholds
You must have done something right, after many wrongs..

( P.S - School eye camps are lot more fun than imagined! 😅 )