The Clear Rainbow

The arch was little crooked,
The colors were dull,
Others called it delusion
Rain too denied

Existence was meaningless
For no reason, I was booked
They gave me several Gag names
No respect, No Pride

Daunted when I looked
Up to that clear sky
I know I am hooked
And it’s not an illusion

My freedom isn’t mooched
Rainbow is lucid, no more confusion.

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