By Akash
Date: 1 December 2000
Henna
The drop of rain that fell from the dead dry leaf on the rooftop,
Soaked and soiled the pattern of henna,
That she put on her fair little palm,
To dry under the new shining sun beaming up in the sky,
Her face lit up with a child like smile unconfined,
As the birds up on the tree screeched in mischief,
Suspended in the air, flapping their tiny golden wings with excitement,
Flying in and out of the branches, as if they are still learning to fly,
She looked at her palm and then at the sky where a rainbow seemed to emerge,
She thought that it looking more like an imprint of what she had drawn,
A hut, two big trees, and a rainbow of hope,
The promise of henna stood clear in the sky with its fast colours of love.
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