was it you
or the sun ?
A chilly winter
blossomed in spring.
Whiffs of the flowers fled,
diffused in the sky.
The rainbow emerged,
half born,
half engulfed,
wonder-struck visions stopped
at the semi-circle.
distant was - I.
Closed eyes captured
unfolding emotions
the feelings
flowing and flying
endeavouring to touch
the rainbow,
plunging in space
searching
the elusive pot.
Is it the treasure ?
Will I find
my lost destiny there
with you beside me ?
A destiny-
lost in our hearts
at a time
when the time was
Stillborn.
-Meena Chopra
#canlit #poetry
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