Chasing Shadows Poem by Hema Daheriya
Chasing Shadows
Shadows following me?
Or I'm following it?
All the time it came in front of me.
Came with a sound that may light up and may turn me down.
Keep repeating,
Keep rumbling
around my head,
Shuttered in my eyes,
and turn nebulous
Like nothing was there.
Naive past but now become nacre.
Disappeared and leave a scar of all those shadows.
All those nice things came seldom,
But when they go,
quashed with a mourn sound
& make me chase shadows.
I love the wit of it.... You express yourself well. God bless you
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4/23/2024 1:49:38 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Fear is occasioned by sinister shadows. A shadow has no substance, it's usually a magnified reflection of something small, That's why when it is faced courageously, one usually find it inconsequential. It's a well articulated piece of poetry nicely penned with insight. A good one indeed. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.