I was going back home,
After visiting the places of ancient Rome.
I felt a tiny drop on my hand,
And realized that it has started to rain!
It started pouring cats and dogs,
Then followed by dense fog.
I was wet from tip to toe,
Because of running in the, though
I was standing at a bus stop,
When, suddenly, an umbrella appeared on top,
I turned around to see who is it,
To my surprise, it was my friend holding it!
Nice. It means friend is the umbrella bearer who always will guard. And vice-versa, be an umbrella for other part also.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hey titu! nice one da! see mine also.... bf - (nammu) ) :