Once used to protect the flaming sun
Casting the shade under the shadow
Once used to protect the coldest snow
Creating the definite boundary under its shadow
Imagine how many times it has been used in the past
Imagine the moment without it you wouldn’t had last
Now lies with the broken arms
Rusted by sun and rain, in garbage farm
Ready to be buried six feet under
Or, turned into ashes by lightening thunder
And, now imagine your life as if of that umbrella
Rising in prime, declined with time, like that of old umbrella!
