You
call it rainbow but that’s my childhood days
It’s
a story before many age
Blue,
yellow and red with my friends
Orange,
indigo and violet I blew myself
Without
my knowledge the green escape
Those
star I count is caged in red
Indigo
takes away my flower bed
My
mother’s tale fly with green
Inside
violet those summer scene
Blue
stole that living train
Orange
carries my dance in rain
Yellow
snatch that paper plane
They
fly without returning my breath
They
took away my childhood days
Some
day when I ascend to heaven
Surely,
I will catch those balloons again
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