The Rainbow and the King

a poem by Amit Krishan Agnihotri

Now that the King faded and did die
We must build a Rainbow in the Sky,
We must build a Rainbow in the Sky
A Little Forever to remember Him by…

Because at first the King when young, had slaved and bled
To light a Dazzle in cold corporate eyes, use crimson Red
Orange and Yellow, it was always Summer for the King
Even in Winter Woe, he had a certain cognitive zing
A cloud watcher flying into winding mists at the very end
Following Fancy and Fantasy, The King often tended to wend
Through Different Realities, Shape-shifting to an Infinite Mean
So let’s light up the Skyscape in all November shades of Green
Psycho-chromatic, on the King Purple, people hope and depend
Abstract- always tying up all the corners at every loose end
Therefore let’s wash in some displaced Futility in a color blue
Because the King was a Promise that almost came to be true
Double sided by himself, King regressed to the Once Before
Afraid of the Imminent, Future lost, closing every waiting door
Never defeated, Never victorious, finally King stormed the Dawn Indigo
And where King went unchallenged, one day we will all have to go…
Post Fulfillment… Emptiness and Ennui
King reaching for that elusive magic high-
Cement fingers, feet on the aching earth, Cheek against the warm sky
Holding on, Holding on, Holding on….

Now that the King faded and did die
We must build a Rainbow in the Sky,
We must build a Rainbow in the sky
A Little Forever to remember him by…

(In Memory of S Sarkar)