Pawn Shop

I sold my umbrella for a profit.
It used to accompany me
To beautiful muddy roads.
It used to guard me from storms.
I used to call it brother.

I sold my library.
I will miss the rustle
The books inside used to make.
It used to walk too.
I used to call it teacher.

Tomorrow I will sell a thing.
The cotton sari it wears
Used to soak in all my worries.
It used to make delicious food.
I used to call it mother.