The Naked Rainbow

The child is naked, undisturbed and free.

Wheels for its feet, on a playful spree;

Not a verse to learn, no truth to know,

For every rain has its rainbow.

The wet brows of the city won’t worry the child,

Its concern is to run and just run on wild;

Those tiny cement ponds, how shall the child row?

But every rain has its rainbow.

The child has no black umbrella, nor any care;

For unlike the groomed dolls, it has dead hair.

Danced the child until the shower did drain,

For it truly had welcomed the rain.

Unveiled the sky, a colorful show,

Now this rain too had its rainbow