Each rainbow that forms in the horizon, <br />Says the story of tears and cry in the bosom, <br />Of every victorious human, who goes for shopping, <br />Pushing the trolley, touching all materials all along, <br /> <br />The eyes are drowsy, but the bunds are there, <br />Their prestige guards these from overflow,,0 <br />The fine clothes, milled and tailored to the needs, <br />We are the human, evolved from our intelligence. <br /> <br />What we need in this life, except the happiness, <br />And if the happiness is obtained in one way or another, <br />And our hearts are happy with it with no pricking of fault, <br />What is the wrong that someone defines? <br /> <br />When that rainbow is formed, <br />The mind is calm and quiet, <br />The dust are settled and the humming of music, <br />Is rehearsed, the happiness arrives after the heavy storm,<br /><br />veeraiyah subbulakshmi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-events/