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The umbrella

  • deep borth
  • Apr 3, 2015
  • 1 min read

Spring was about to end

Mild rain was intending to bid farewell

I went out and started walking down the lane

Wasn’t aware that my past blossoms awaits to give me a feeling of hell.

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Was my first evening to go out with it(umbrella)

I made it my companion for the first time

Wasn’t aware of what I was about to meet

That it wud take me to somewhere when she was really mine.

I walked.

Suddenly a breeze crossed my path

I turned my face to escape from its wrath.

Saw,what I didn’t dare to even have in my dreams

It was her,under the umbrella

With him,may be her prince.

Took me away for a moment ,

Somehow I collected myself even if my heart didn’t consent.

Bad fate was what I didn’t blame

Everything was because of the umbrella

Had it been not there,I wudnt have gone out

And crossed my path with that cindrella.


 
 
 

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