An Umbrella Girl by Azitej Anand
An Umbrella, in little perky hands;
Twinkling eyes, in search of native lands.
Rain as a pearl;
Fading the luster of the girl.
Eyes show her deep fear in cloudy weather;
She is groaning, ' Father and Father', everywhere.
Passers pass away, as they pretend rain and storm;
Strong wind bashes on her face as a worm.
I was also there;
Her voice brought me there.
I hold her hands gently;
She called me, Father quietly.
She is trembling and unable to speak;
Grasp my hands after a long shriek.
I was standing outside an Orphanage;
She is so cute, around four or five in age.
Her voice, always soothes my day;
She is an orphan now no one say.
Umbrella damsel is about eight years;
She is now my daughter; and, is dearest to my heart
Beside all fear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely poem...