Happy moments, yet to arrive..

The seven colors of rainbow seem to be thousands,
Gather to form white and then blackened,
When the light of your love diminishes and absconds,
Leaving the cloudy heart to rain for a few to many instants,
You are the gem, yet to be polished to keep on the crown,
You are the fine silk, yet to be woven, to make a beautiful home,
You are the rays of hope, yet to be cherished, to store in a heart,
You are the future, yet to arrive, to show the courage and spirit,
Get over as if struck in a lift for a few second due to power failure,
Get over as if got in the rain for few minutes due to no cautious umbrella,
Get over as if stepped on the spit of someone, who is reckless, not you,
Get over and throw out all these seeds of sorrow you try to sow in heart.
Throw out..Throw out once and for all…

poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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