and then there we see spectrum of white,
and still vibgyor hides in guise to behold,
are we not seven by wave of length beyond?
as rungs illusive spins through scarlet wine.
clouds trudge through wind onto dripping,
summer may meet rain being bestirred,
is not green of pine riffles in winter snow,
thunder still reels through storm ripping thirst.
,
things changes in space and time by necessity,
as evolution reeves through colors of creation,
metamorphosis tolls the bell yet unheard dole,
truth is what we don’t know beyond and beneath?
Dr subhendu kar
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/evolution-39/
