She always thought as she looked
Through the branches of
Juniper, Oak and Blue Pine
Outside her childhood home
At the cliff on top of the jutting peak
That one day we will climb up
When it will pour
And catch the rainbows
When it stops.
Dare did I all soaked one day
Climb up to the summit
Waiting for the clouds to dispel
And then at the edge of that slippery cliff
Saw that beautiful bow of colours
Spread out from behind another peak
Much higher.
And mountains I have climbed
And mountains I will climb
Till I will one fine day
After it stops pouring
Catch the Rainbow
And bring it home and
Come back to you.
...... Ramakant Pande
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