Rainbow

He came like a rainbow
Left like a storm
In his cold arms
I found comfort… I found warmth.
But the winter was here
The sun had grown old
Even before I could realize
My bright days were all sold.

I always thought rainbows were beautiful
Forgetting that they don’t last long
Here I am … Waiting for the storm to pass
Holding onto our pretty old song!

-Shobitha Bushan


Shobitha Bushan

Bangalorean! A medico , writer, day dreamer! Passionate about art and music. Nature lover... Loves to pet animals and plants! (Also... some people... LOL)

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