Sajla Chawla | SEPTEMBER 17, 2023, 12:50 AM IST

Mellow days of September again 

And I gather all the fragments of myself, 

Lean into the age-old depth of me

And muster all the courage I possess,

To fly down the hill across the fields,

To the river blue, my fluttering soul

Like the Siberian migratory Raia birds,

Looking again for a September rainbow

Overcast sky, deep midnight blue,

Not even the evening’s afterglow.

But it requires some sun, some rain,

To make the miracle of a rainbow

So I breathe in the greens of the paddy fields

From the kingfishers I borrow the blue 

Violets, pinks, reds, oranges, yellows

I steal from the wild flowers, bashful.

Then I adorn a crown of flowers and grass

Clap and dance around the haystack brown.

Winds and songs mingle in my head

To make a rainbow from all that’s around

Grateful for this brook of joy within me

I look at the sky, and whisper “thank you”

The sky responds with an inverted smile 

It looks at me and forms a rainbow

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