Coherence tells me up-front
About my right to shimmer
That, as a rainbow
I must not deny glimmer,
I see my indifference
Stare into the horizon
Like a nascent garden does
A nascent garden
That craved to mature
Into multi-chrome
But was set on fire by
A failed envious gardener
Making it sit
Reduced to a grinded mass
Of black and white ashes
Waiting to be engulfed by
The soil
India cases cross 7 million as experts warn of complacency
Coherence tells me up-front
About my duty to be in shape
That, as a rainbow
I must not escape
The responsibility to be sinuous,
I see my indifference
Stare into the horizon
Like a tree trunk does
A tree trunk
That had long sought to
Be carved into an idol
But eventually became an instrument
Against people’s chill
And got burnt into ashes
Losing all its shape
And which now sits
Powdered, scattered
Waiting to be tramped down
Or thrown into the bin
Coherence tells me up-front
About man's caprice
That, as a rainbow,
I must reflect
Harmony and peace
I see my indifference
Stare into the horizon
Like an apathetic lioness does
An apathetic lioness
Feeble and famished
Who had long searched for prey
Even abandoned her den
In search of prey
But in vain
So, with a grieved heart
Chucked up the sponge
And who now sits
Crusted in lassitude
With hope against hope
To eat his fill
Coherence asks me up-front again
To act to retain
My color, my function and my shape
I see my indifference
Smile to it and say,
“I function to reflect
Ironies scattered on the floor
Imperceptible elements
Standing on the door
Even without ideal color and shape,
I am a proud rainbow
Maybe you call that complacency.”
