To my dear old lost umbrella,
Wherever you are, come back to me
I miss you and I need you
Monsoon has yet again arrived…
With its rains, showers, drops and drizzles
You left me last monsoon
And went on in your own journey
Now its high time
Please retrace your steps and return to me
I miss your pink and violet bobby dots
I miss your companion
While walking in the rain
Don’t you miss me too?
Remember how we used to walk home
Under the drenched gulmohar trees
You are a treasure to me dear
Please come back soon
I’ll be waiting……….

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