POT OF GOLD

I was told
when I was a child
that there is a pot of Gold
at the end of the rainbow

I have spent my life
chasing Rainbows
looking for the elusive
pot of Gold

Day after day
I looked at rainbows
and wondered
about the pot of gold
they say

till
the strange truth dawned on me
that the beauty of rainbows
I discovered
in my chase
is far more precious
than any pot of gold
I could have picked up

~Mukul~

 

 

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