Story of the Broken Umbrella

Cold damp rainy day
With a bubbly in my hand
Reminiscing about the good old days
My eyes drifted towards the corner
An old broken umbrella
Leaning against the wall
What could have been
Those glorious days
Side by side we walked
Umbrella in my hand
Shading my beloved from
Sun or rain
One moment of chivalry
Turned into a life of misery
When I offered the umbrella
To the beautiful siren walking by
Clothes clinging to her body
Thoroughly drenched in rain
Nine stitches on my head
And my broken umbrella
Is the only memento I have
To ruminate about my ex
On a bleak rainy day

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Author: pranabaxom

Poetry is my passion. I am not a methodical writer. I have no set topics to write about. What I feel, perceive, think about, I will like to share in this blog. I open my mind to the world. Like the weather, sometimes my poems are cloudy, sometimes stormy. I always like to see sunshine streaming through the leaves of trees, so I hope I can share some of those sunshine with my readers.

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