Rainbow
It doesn’t rain like it used to
During the rainy season
The fragrance of the wet mud
After the first rains
Is lost nowadays
It doesn’t stay clouded
Even for a couple of days
Neither does it rain heavily
Like before
There are no streams running
In front of my door
For me to release
Paper boats
But then
I don’t live on the ground floor these days
Can’t see the sky
From my home, office or car
My air-conditioned life
Doesn’t let any fragrance inside
Yet I keep on cribbing
Comparing today
With yesterday’s memories
And search for the rainbow
Where it won’t be found
©️ShashikantDudhgaonkar
thanks for sharing your words.
Thanks a lot for going through the lines. It’s bit of a long poem.
Sometimes we are nostalgic for things that we didn’t even like.
Yes. But lost in nostalgia some forget to live in the moment
Indeed!
Beautiful! ✨
Thanks a lot for your compliment.