By Abhipreet Rao
Love of ours was an umbrella, Mine stronger,
Yours fragile.
Still the story start and compiles.
You got shade,
I got heat and sunlight.
You got shed,
I got rain and moist.
You used umbrella at the days, I used to care of it at nights.
You used the umbrella in storm, I used to clean and dry.
You treated it as a play, I treated it as my life.
Anytime You broke, Everytime I Aid.
Anytime I Broke, Everytime I hide.
Everything apart I think, We lived fairly our parts.
But after a very heavy thunderstorm, Our umbrella couldn't survived,
It died.
By Abhipreet Rao
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This was painful 💔