At The End Of The Rainbow
After a terrible rainstorm
In the sky, I saw a rainbow.
All the bright. beautiful colors made me feel so warm
As they dipped down so low.
I thought back to that legend of old
Sitting on my grandfather's knee.
"At the end of the rainbow is a pot of gold,"
He would say to me.
Every time I would see a rainbow
In that big, beautiful sky so bold
I would cross my fingers and make a vow,
"I would be the one to find that pot of gold."
So one day I bid my family and friends good-bye
As I started on my journey, following that rainbow.
I walked away quickly, knowing if I lingered I would cry.
I left to find that pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
But as I traveled so far and so long,
I could not find the end of that elusive rainbow.
Feeling very sad, I began to hear a song;
A song from my childhood so sweet and low.
By the song I was sold.
No more did I need to roam.
In all that time I was searching for that pot of gold,
It was with my family and friends, at home !!
© Kathy Lesley
Amazing.... very truly said... as we say 'Doour kay dhol suhaanay hotay hay' you will love the beat of music if it is played at distance, but as you near it, you will realise that your previous location was far better then here.... this is what is explained in this poem... we shouldn't leave the love and passion of our loved ones in search of a 'unseen beautiful object' which shines from far like a Gold or Rainbow...!!!
پھر یوں ہوا کے درد مجھے راس آ گیا