Colors Of The Rainbow Poem by Ruta Mohapatra

Because she herself was incomplete, imperfect,
She loved people as they were:
Brash, unreasonable, demanding,
Generous, considerate, loving;
How complex they were,
All the people in her life!

They made her feel loved;
They made her feel miserable.
There were good days and bad days;
There were consensus and dissension.

And she realized all the time,
That was how things were going to be,
Till she reached the end of the road!