Rain of an Umbrella

INTRODUCTIONHi, hello, thanks for selection of this book."Love is mixed in the rain umbrella", this line is taken from my previous book named, "THE SHADOW, THE LOVE"Love is eternal power. Most people are failed in choosing of love of their life partner. Some people can't express frankly it so well. Somebody hides it in mind for the rest of his life out of shame. Such type of persons, mostly failed to select the correct way of enjoyment. Life without love is like leaf-fruit and...
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INTRODUCTIONHi, hello, thanks for selection of this book."Love is mixed in the rain umbrella", this line is taken from my previous book named, "THE SHADOW, THE LOVE"Love is eternal power. Most people are failed in choosing of love of their life partner. Some people can't express frankly it so well. Somebody hides it in mind for the rest of his life out of shame. Such type of persons, mostly failed to select the correct way of enjoyment. Life without love is like leaf-fruit and flowerless shrubs.Everyone wants to get real love but not gets such type of love of that people in his mind. Selfless love is what everyone seeks in this world. Many people try to take this step with the help of digital social media. This results in a lot of damages, especially to unconscious youth. However, love is not a mental illness.In this book it is said that a new umbrella she will never forgets the feeling and smell of her first rain of the season. In the same way, people can't forget their first love and its feeling and fragrant at all.There were be a lot of stories or poems written in the context of this subject since long ago, I'm trying to touch people's mind a little differently.Hopefully, the book named, 'RAIN OF AN UMBRELLA' will be attracted to enthusiastic readers.Thanks a lot for KDP team, for their best effort and co-operation.Ujjal Halder(Author)CHAPTER-IRain: When I see the mistakes of childhood in my own child,That's when I got angry,I was very angry then,I felt very helpless then,In alone I shed tears and pat my forehead.When peoples from five villages come to seeA humble cactus flower in the neighbor's gardenAnd all around widely spread in praise and congratulation,Then the freshly blossomed rosesIn my garden seem very inappropriate.And I deliberately left the thornsOn the door of that neighbor's house, When I think of caged animals and birdsI feel sorry for myself,I have broken the nest of many birdsAnd beaten the dogs and cats for no reasons,Those pets were only for a little food.I didn't understand then but now I can,Now I realize how hunger-irritation!I know today because I have grown so much,But the shadow of the Banyan tree has goneAway from my head, so I realize todayNow I can able to feel everything.Now I can able to feel everything.CHAPTER-II Rain: That Tinku, now the mother of many big Sons and Daughter.The little Tinku that I saved from being swept awayBy the current of the river,That girl, who used to walk around me,And she used to even untie the laces of her frock And she tied it on her head.Sometime she would play with water hyacinth flowersI still remember her image of smiling face.Now I don't know how she is,And which way she walksI don't know anything about same.She has not forgotten her husband's eternal dutyDoes she go to church regularly now?She does not have any disease? There is no answer all these questions,I know very well, no answers,That little Tinku, she is much grown-up now-a-days,Only I have not been able to grow up yet.Only I have not been able to grow up yet.CHAPTER-IIIUmbrella: Not in the evening park,Seen every day on the computer screenOr on the cell phone,Just a secrete conversation with some wrong name,Some dust is flying in the air,And some wrong address is flying with the same.Not people wearing glasses,All are in terrible masks.Untimely old man,Very engrossed in taking off all his clothes,So I will not open facebook and social media at any cost,As much rubbish, as I can say, 'Get out and get lost.'