The rainbow with a thousand colours,
Brought forth by the aspirations,
Of a thousand mom and dads,
Their kids should take all hues,
Of this rich, powerful rainbow,
They know he will be happy,
If he can be the rainbow.

The moment the kid could touch,
The powerful force of his life,
The creative sense of his soul,
The parents shoved down the rainbow,
To kill all his life force,
To kill all his creative sense.

I want you to be an engineer,
Because I could never become one,
I shall live MY dream through you.
I want you to be a doctor,
Because I’m a successful one,
I want you to inherit MY reputation.

One kid wanted to be an artist,
But could also decipher Laplace,
The system found a “successful” CEO,
By default became the ‘best around’,
He knew he wanted something else,
But forgot that paintings were his life.

The parents looked at their kid,
And proudly boasted to the world,
He makes weekly trips to Tokyo,
You know how important he is,
But never felt the unconditional love,
To peek into his bleeding heart.

One kid wanted to be poet,
And could never find the value of ‘x’,
The system uncaringly threw him out,
By default became the ‘inferior class’,
He rued becoming an ‘engineer’,
But forgot now the grace of words.

The parents looked at their kid,
And wrung their hands in anguish,
He can hardly make his ends meet,
You know he broke our dream,
But never felt the unconditional love,
To peek into his bleeding heart.

I look at the kids in front of me,
Brimming with hope and enthusiasm,
Oh what pity, they are made to feel,
That their only purpose in this life,
Is to make their parents proud,
That they follow the beaten path.

Oh, the unrelenting force of the rainbow,
The pressure of the false aspirations,
I see the anguish in their eyes,
They are made to believe, that
Life is worth living only,
If that rainbow is within their grasp.

Don’t follow the rainbow, my kids,
It isn’t worth the tears and blood,
The rainbow is but an illusion,
It runs faster than your sprints,
The moment you feel it in your grasp,
That moment it seems farthest away.

Look into your hearts, my kids,
Look for your rainbow there,
Nay, it is but a futile search.
Just allow your heart a little space
For your rainbow to enter you,
Then tell your parents to let you be.