My Shadow Poem by Aashish Kalra

Born in the ides of autumn,
I had a normal cry.
Time had kept me solemn,
And it made me walk past any lie.

Cheers I had in my heart of late,
And the bosom had the smiles.
Never I made a sound of grate,
And found for logics in all my whiles.

Struck by lure of affection,
I was too hit by envy.
All these never gave a deflection,
And never made I a conduct sly.

Lost was I in deeps of emotions,
When my eyes recieved a cry.
Saw I all, joys and depserssions,
But I never stooped and always made another try.

Jot I used to in eccentric times,
The world didn't see my real side;
Those times were the moments of rhymes,
But was one there who cherished my ideas compiled.

Relations I made some full of love,
And some of disappoints.
In any time I tried to be a dove,
And hated any people's banquet joints.

Practised I an ecstatic silence,
My eyes speak more of me.
Less I made moments of trivialence,
To make myself a better see.