CHASING A RAINBOW

There is a pot of gold,
Buried at the end of a rainbow;
At a place where the sky meets the earth,
Man strives after it since birth!
I did my share in my younger days,
And found myself running in a maze;
The nearer I ventured forward,
The further the distant hedge recurred!
Its destination no one has reached,
To lay claim over that pot,
One has to work hard to smelt the pot,
Using the heat of the sweat on his brows;
The gold will suddenly appear in his house;
This is the secret the elf has kept,
That wealth is earned through sweat,
Not by gambling or any side bet!

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s