tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9904380.post-65344619243814545722008-11-09T22:40:00.001+05:302008-11-09T22:40:11.678+05:302008-11-09T22:40:11.678+05:30<p>Amongst the shade of grey they say is colorful display <br />For which you must wait for the sun to arrive <br />and they say the sun arrives for sure, in the aftermath <br />when the world is wet from the wash. <br />This helps the spring lilies bloom, and the wind if fed the scents <br />the winds shall then enchant,some wanderer who shall have strayed <br />Thus help him find his way, get him home <br />Such are the thoughts a rain brings <br /> <br />The violet, the indigo, the blue <br />the green, the yellow and the orange, the red <br />light up the sky and make it seem pretty <br />but to some vagabonds like me, we don’t care <br />the clouds don’t call us, nor does the rainbow, <br />not the morning lark, not the returning birds at dusk <br />we often are in lament, but we cherish the moments <br />and complain if the rainbow in us shall ever emerge. </p> Lost in Transithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02196733632925979560noreply@blogger.com0