POEM
Life is an art of
shadow-plays.
Wherever we are
shadows always accompany us.
They never desert us
as long as we are alive.
They are constant
companions of, we the people.
Until we breath our last along with us
our shadows too
breath their last.
Shadows lengthen
shadows shorten, it depends
when we walk shadows walk with us
and when we run
shadows run with us
when we jump
shadows too jump with us
and when we dance or act
shadows dance and act with us.
The sad truth is that we never
care to watch our
shadows who are
our intimate friends, our life-long friends.
True, life is an art of shadow-plays
and in the race for day to day survival
we forget umpteen matters
very important matters
and how can we blame ourselves?
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