Colors Of The Rainbow

(Heart-felt gratitude to Fran and Sruthi for this poem to come into being.

Note: A wonderful English teacher of ours made some changes but I can't seem to find the paper on which she did...so here's an unchanged version)

My gaze fell upon her eyes,

Eyes as deep as the ocean

As blue as the sky

At that perfect moment

I realized what life ought to be

Innocence, contentment and peace

And she looked back

Unaware of everything that is around her

I don’t know what her eyes really saw…

Wars, sorrow, grief, cold-blood, death?

Or perhaps just the colors of the rainbow…

Fast forward - years have passed

And she’s blossomed into a beautiful bluebell

But I still wonder…

Do those eyes -

Eyes as deep as the ocean

As blue as the sky –

See a meadow of lavenders

Or a dark stormy night –

Amethyst skies, with the clouds overcast?

Are those eyes deep in thought?

Just as the Indigobird

That intently stares at you?

Or do they wait upon the hour –

Of an indigo twilight beckoning a storm

Do her eyes see a sunrise over the mighty ice blue glaciers?

Or do they see the coldness of hate in the eyes of the passerby?

Do those beautiful eyes see a dense tropical forest?

As green as emerald

Exquisite, so very invigorating …

Or do they dare to see uprooted trees,

And barren land for miles?

Can those eyes bear to see the gleaming yellow of the sun?

Shining so bright.

Making everything feel alright

Or do they see the blazing heat of the sun beating down

Causing a drought

Causing many lives to run out.

Do those eyes love to gaze at a beautiful sunset?

Or do they venture to watch a city burn,
Be reduced to ashes? -

As time induces fire to die away

All that’s left are these ashes

Causing much anguish and pain…

Do those eyes really see blood-shed and wars in plentiful?

Or do they rather want to see beautiful red roses?

Red roses of love and truth.

The stars in her eyes

Sparkle even in the middle of the night

But some things are better left unseen

It’s never too late for her to live my mistakes

And go along with everything that’s wrong in this world

She’s just a girl.

I must protect her.

For I don’t know what her eyes really see…

Wars, sorrow, grief?

Cold-blooded death?

Or perhaps just the colors of the rainbow?
(Year Twenty-Eleven - Eighth grade)