changing skies

A Poem by Avnie Bansal

one for the hypocrites!

I wonder if the
sky changed
colours everyday.
Would we still call
it a wonder?
Yes.
Then why do we
Criticise humans
for doing the same?

It's a complex
miracle
ofcourse,
To know a person
More and more
With each day
And each colour
And see what
Suits them the best.
The only thing is,
We don't get to decide
is what colour we see.

Sometimes,
It's fiery red,
Other times envious green,
Calm blues
And passionate violets.

if you're lucky,
there will come a person
and you'll be able to
see all their colours
all the mixtures,
all the hues,
primary
secondary
tertiary.
And love them just the same.
So,
Don't just wait for
a silver lining
In the clouds,
Wait for
damn your rainbow.