Saturday, March 1, 2008

The Rainbow

Once a scientist in the darkest room of his lab
Experimented on light with his spectroscope.
He had hit upon the myth of light and colors;
He may get the Nobel prize, he did rightly hope.
All fancies of Nature are merely the play of
The vibrations of energy; nothing is true that
We see, hear and sense; just an impression
On the unsuspecting brain cells, he brooding sat.

When screaming came his little granddaughter,
“Gran’pa, come out and see! There is a beautiful
Rainbow in the sky!” The scientist smiled
At the ignorant child, but pulled by her came out
And “ Believe me”, he swears “I truly saw
A thousand rainbows in her eyes!”


Shiv said...

Last two lines are priceless !
Thousand rainbows in the eyes..
Only a kid's eye can have that wonder, that innocennce & curiosity..

sunaath said...

Thanx Shiv. We need to learn a lot from the children, no?

Unknown said...

Hi, it's a wonderful poem.

Anonymous said...

Thank you,Vanamala.

ಸುಪ್ತದೀಪ್ತಿ suptadeepti said...

ಸುನಾಥರೇ, ಬಹಳ ಚೆನ್ನಾಗಿದೆ ಕವನ. ವಿಜ್ಞಾನ ನಮ್ಮ ಕನಸುಗಳನ್ನು ಹೊತ್ತೊಯ್ದ ಕಥೆ ಹೇಳಿತು. ಮಗುವಿನ ಕಣ್ಣಲ್ಲಿ ಬಣ್ಣ ಇಂಗದಿರಲಿ.

sunaath said...

ಧನ್ಯವಾದಗಳು, ದೀಪ್ತಿ!
ಈ ಆಧುನಿಕ ಯುಗದಲ್ಲಿ, ಮಕ್ಕಳಾದರೂ ಬೆರಗಿನ ಲೋಕದಲ್ಲಿ ಎಷ್ಟು ದಿನ ಉಳಿಯುತ್ತಾರೊ?

mouna said...

amazing poem. obviously as shiv pointed the two lines are priceless. kids can go anyone go weak in the knees.

btw; thanks fr the visit, do come back :D

sunaath said...

Kids are a gift of God. They take us to a land of wonder that we have forgotten to reach.

It's my pleasure to visit you.

Anonymous said...

I swear I had a comment here, a few days back....I think it got lost in the network...oh well..

Nice is always nice when the innocnet one leads the path and the "I know everything" one learns from that. Pure bliss!!!

sunaath said...

Yes, dear Stud!
Children are a source of bliss!
(I am sorry your comment was lost somewhere. Not in the rainbow?)