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Her question was earthshaking,
Like a volcanic eruption,
Like a giant wave,
Like a heavy flood....
No, I can't answer her question, nor the nature can....
Because I don't know who created this tradition,
Who wanted this and not that...
I can't tell her that god created this, because I'm not a regular visitor of god.
My mouth shattered with utter silence...
But once she asked again,
"Why rainbows are made without 'black' colour?"
Poetry
India
