Sunday, 29 June 2008

The Rainbow

It was the month of June
The month of monsoon rains…
The long, wide road lined with trees
..........seemed to wait for the visitors
With the red carpet spread on the road
A red carpet ……….of Gulmohars

A little girl on her way home
Stopped at the sight of beautiful reds
Her eyes fixed at the red canopy
If only she could pluck a bunch………..

Just then a small boy came along
A bag hanging from his shoulders
‘ Oh…!!What flowers..!! His eyes gleamed with joy
Come on ……..we will pluck some’
He hugged the trunk of tree
Crawled up…... climbed up…….,
Stood on a low branch of the giant tree
His hand stretched down …

...’come on little girl, it’s so Dreamy up here!’
The wide eyed girl seemed puzzled

‘Shall I ?!... shall I not??!!’

Her eyes gazed the huge red umbrella above
Mesmerized her little soft hands went around the rough trunk
She creeped along its crevices
Clutched the boys hand
Jumped on with delight……..jumped up with joy

‘Wow!!!’…was all she could utter

‘Come on….up here…up still…’

Moved the boy higher & higher
Pulling along the little girl

There they were at the top of the tree
The dark clouds seemed to hug them
The sky looked like a canvas

‘Let’s paint a Rainbow’

The boy took out a brush &
A box full of colors from his bag
His deft hands stroked colors …one by one
Across the blue sky, in a big bow

The girl watched in awe
& sheer admiration
Violet…… indigo……. Blue……. Green…… Yellow.... Orange………&

He just stopped……..

‘Oh............!! I don’t have red..?’

‘Not to worry’ …said the girl smiling
……..lets get it from the Gulmohars’

The boys face lit up….

But …

They heard a worried sweet voice
From the ground…. From the base of the tree

‘Come on dear boy…its time to go home’

‘Oh!! Yes mom……...coming….........’

Said the little boy

‘Let’s get down….’

He clutched the girls’ hand
Pulled her down the branches

‘But…….the Rainbo……& the Gulmo……?’

‘Will do it on the morrow....’

Just a blink …there they were on the Ground
The Boy ran to his mom,
Turned back…….. Waved his hand
The two just went away…….

The girl looked up
There it was …………the unfinished Rainbow
……...that had no Red
She sighed …………..started walking back


Summers…, springs…, winters…
Seasons rolled over
…………& that morrow never came

But still ……….
The girl sighs……..when the rains lash
………when Gulmohars bloom
………when she sees an unfinished Rainbow
………..bent across the sky in a bow………that has no Red in it…….

4 comments:

ಚಂದ್ರಕಾಂತ ಎಸ್ said...

ಅದ್ಭುತ ಕವನ.
Title ನೋಡಿ ಕಾಮನಬಿಲ್ಲಿನ ಸುಂದರ ವರ್ಣನೆ ಇದೆ ಅಂದುಕೊಂಡು ಓದಿರಲಿಲ್ಲ.
ನಿಜಕ್ಕೂ ನಿನ್ನ ಕಲ್ಪನೆ ಅದ್ಭುತರಮ್ಯ.!!!

ಹೇಮಳಿಗೆ ಹೇಳಿ ಅನುವಾದ ಮಾಡಿಸು.!

Geetha said...

dhanyavadagalu madam.
hemalige heliddene

ಸುಧೇಶ್ ಶೆಟ್ಟಿ said...

Vow!
This one is too good....

Geetha said...

thank you :)