A full rainbow, perchance I viewed
In its full splendorous seven
Be it a slit in the sky,
Or a bridge between earth and heaven.
I got my pot of gold,
My own, my very own.
I didn’t need the leprechauns
For seeds of my success are sown.
A promise I see it as, from above
A cleansed earth, by the rain
Embellished then, by the vibgyor
And, life thus shall remain.