I reached out my hand

strained my neck

to implore the sky

‘sit down will you’

‘I am busy’ he said

there are clouds to make

rains to drain

dreams to build

a few lives to color

and shine bright

which is what I do

mostly, he chuckled

brushing away a few cloud-strands

from his forehead.

I watch his straight gait

smile so bright

wings that I could not see

and listen to his excuse

and nod my head,’ some people’

when he reached out into his pocket

took out a rainbow

and pasted it on his forehead

and lo! the world was bright again

and so was I.

Cheerio! he said

I am coming back soon

and we laughed together.

PS: Skytimes


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