It was none other than the thunder that brought about the rain,
Someone walked beside me,
I know not his name.
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He carried an umbrella, though it was in vain,
So I ask in a gentle voice,
Would you tell me your name?
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Are you the stranger that walks with me, every time it does rain?
Are you the one who believes in me, just as if you feel my dreaded pain?
.
There is that tiny whisper of a name I wish I had gained,
When I am in chains unseen, how can freedom be attained?
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It may be the thunder or the clouds above that hide my hidden pain,
It may be that the world is lost to a plunderer’s gain.
I know not who is to blame.
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I walk under an umbrella held by someone, I know not his name,
He shields me from the ravages of rain,
He shields me but it is in vain.
-shobana-
Read for FREE. Tempered Tides.
On Inkitt. A new short story by Shobana
SIMPLY SHOBANA 
Oh, this is very a touching poem, beautiful in its construction too. I could resonate with it. You write so well, my dear Shobana, every line’s just flowing smoothly and leading to the next. I love it with the whole of my heart.
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Thanks so much, Lamittan. So glad you liked it.
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You’re most welcome, dear Shobana.
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That is so beautiful, Shobana. There is deep pain there, and also the light of hope. A gorgeous piece.
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Thanks so much, Jeff. Happy you liked it.
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This is perfect for anyone who knows that going through tough times can be so lonely. That umbrella is a beautiful symbol of faith. Have bookmarked the short story on Inkitt. Will give it a read. 🙂
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Thank you, Terveen. Just something I wrote on a rainy day here:) Great. I hope you enjoy the story.
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It’s so beautiful!!
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Thank you, KK. Glad you liked it.
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This is simply awesome! Poetic and the storyline is perfect.
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