The Orange Hue

My dear Sky,

I don’t see you as blue anymore,

I see the orange glaze in you,

Embraced by the marigold garlands.

What made you earn it? I ask.

Has the sun been too kind?

Or the God of Thunder has been too naive?

Or have the Apsaras showered generosity,

With their youthful mind?

Or is it the Rainbow­–

Forgot to take back its orange hue?

“It is not the Sun,

Nor the God of Thunder,

Neither the Apsaras,

Yes, the rainbow has hugged me for a while,

But hasn’t left its orange hue behind.

The orange glaze that you see on me,

Isn’t one that has been left by somebody,

But your own reflection.”

Patrichia Dcruze