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 first the young King had slaved and bled
To light a Dazzle in cold corporate eyes, use Red
Orange and Yellow, it was always Summer for the King
Even in Winter Woe, he had a certain cognitive zing

A cloud watcher who flew into winding mists at the end
Following Fancy and Fantasy, The King often tended to wend
Through Different Realities, Shape-shifting to an Infinite Mean
Let’s light up the Sky-scape in all scintillating shades of Green
Psycho-chromatic, on the King Purple, people tended to depend

Yet The King- always tying up all the corners at every loose end
And let’s wash in some displaced Futility in colors blue
Because the King was a Promise that almost came true
Double sided by himself, King regressed to the Before
Afraid of the Imminent, Future lost, closing every door

Post Engulfment Emptiness and Ennui
King reaching for that elusive magic high

Cement fingers, feet on the aching earth, Cheek against the warm sky
Never defeated, Never victorious, finally King stormed the Dawn Indigo
And where King went unchallenged, one day we will all have to go…
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)