The Forgotten Umbrella
The variegated
satin umbrella,
that you had
left behind.
It has begun
giving up colour this time
The torrential
downpour and the scorching sun,
it held me up
against all.
But it has
begun giving up colour this time.
I held it tight
when the wind was strong,
I flaunted it
dry once the rain was gone.
But it has
begun giving up colour this time.
How much I
wished to return it back.
Before it began
giving up colour this time…
Alas! I know
not where you stay,
I know not what
you are called.
And it began
giving up colour this time…
Uddipta Ranjan, Somewhere
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