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The Rainbow Of My Past

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It could have included you, this rainbow from my past,

It trailed the skies in seven hues,

It presented itself as an illustrious sign of novelty.

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As it trailed to the other end of the universe,

Where distance was the only thing that separated us,

I stood in awe at its incredulous beauty,

A tinge of its rays falling softly upon me.

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I looked as far as my eyes could see,

Would it perhaps be the sign that leads me to where paradise is?

I so want to see if it belonged to another world,

I so want to be part of its fabled conception.

I sat by the Sea that day,

Wondering about the rainbow that set my heart aflame,

I could have been the seraph with a message that said,

β€œIt could have been you on that rainbow with me.”

-shobana-

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Poetry

Posthumously

Did you miss me today?

You wrote with sadness, the ink red,

Do you remember the last time when we spoke?

We were alone in a crowd,

Our eyes spelt what the weather portrayed,

Downcast, clouds a little heavy with rain.

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Where is the value in artistic talents?

Well, there was once a street urchin,

Whose strokes brought barely a glance from passers-by,

He did think his work princely, though,

And, never did stray from his daily pursuits.

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He never did sell a work of his art,

Until one day, he left this world for another,

His princely art, showcased as legacy of his good breeding.

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And, the world?

It knew, it had lost a man of brilliance to ignorance and disregard,

Now, standing in awe, awarding him prestige,

Honor he had never received when alive,

Would there be regret? Of course, on every lips,

Too late, as he had died, a pauper,

He can neither see or hear “appreciation.”

-shobana-

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Poetry

When Talking About It…

Talk about it like it is something of irrelevance,

Because each time you make it relevant, you give rise to fear.

Talk about it like it is a hurdle you have to cross,

To reach that nirvana that we hope to see in our lifetime.

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Not all will die of the disease,

History is testament to that.

There will be survivors,

Who will tell of its terrors, and its attacks.

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When dusk falls, remember to embrace its magnificence, its splendor,

For you might not see another Sunrise,

To mark your days as a witness.

-shobana-

Take a chance and read my book. It is a beautiful story about healing and hope.

On Kindle – 0.99 cents. Get your copy today!

The Healing Riverbeds by [Shobana Gomes]
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B087YKL44C