On a hot sunny day;
A pregnant woman
In an endless journey,
With a child clinging to her back,
Picks an umbrella
To shield her soul.
Steps after steps,
Little by little,
Years after years.
The leather weakens,
The sun peeps in,
And she sees no peace.
In jiff, Heavy rain comes,
Her soul drinks peace.
But, The umbrella leaks,
Her clothes wet,
Child gets battered,
Foetus feels cold.
The woman grumbles in pain,
As she awaits the sun,
'cos, In Rain; The umbrella leaks.
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