The Umbrella

Outside was ignored

As we were busy hearing

Each others’ Inside

Rain was a minimal thing

We were indifferent to the world

While hearing only

Each others’ unshared tale

Oh, it is raining – you said and opened your umbrella

You shelter yourself and me

And, wind takes it away ~ far very far

We both look it in a silent awe

Then you smile, I smile

We both were thinking perhaps

Who should run for the umbrella?

While rain soaks both of us~ we perhaps think

Who will find our umbrella?

After all, who finds the most valuable thing

We lose~

Who finds our lost love?

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: