Fiancee My Beloved Former Fiancee Poem by SRIRANJI ARATISANKAR

Usually you out
From your residence
An umbrella awning your astral head with aureola
That the sun can't touch
So that gloating rain could not touch ….

well....
Other aspects of the danger that may come with
Perhaps you are not aware of that
Even could not guess
In fact you don't know
I am the sky grumpy with tempestuous thundering cloud
And could break up into pieces scattred
And fallen
Fiancée my beloved former Fiancee
Now you forgetful of prosody of love

Could an umbrella save you?