A Thought Crept Into My Mind

A thought crept into my mind Settled in a silent corner But my mind is not a burial ground To press it down in secrecy To gush forth colourful My mind has a fount of hues Begotten of the rainbow.. Seven and their combinations Where from came the rainbow.. An after-thought Sun's After the rains it was.. A worthy compendium for my mind Doused in my mind's fount My thought now has wings Winged colourful it's soaring Now above the skies It wants to meet the Sun Ask him where from it came How into my mind it crept How it got out so iridescent