mellifluous rainbow

The bird which had no name,
Comes and sits by my window;
The bird with colourful feathers,
I wake up to see it everyday.

Melodious its song is,
So says the words I've read;
For me who is deaf,
Song is a ripple, waiting for the stone!

When came voice, into my life,
I waited for the rainbow;
For the seven notes of music,
That never my sky had painted.

I sat by the window,
Hours and days,
But the bird I've never heard,
Never again came to my window!!

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29/08/2008