My Shadow On A Mission Poem by M D Dinesh Nair
My Shadow On A Mission
The shadow of mine is growing tall
And he is on sole mission
That he must tread
In front of me ever and everywhere
Irrespective of
My directions and distances.
He is like a calf
mischievous full of energy.
Each time my shadow reaches
My destination a lot early
And he sends a message to me
With spellings accurate and words pruned,
'I have reached safe, don`t worry'.
Should I go back now
Or shall I proceed to reach next?
I am uncertain.
I see very often
So much to my head-ache in fact
Men and women travelling alone
With no shadows close to them.
My shadow alone moves on
Ever leaving me far behind
And I just wish him all the best
While I blow out a sad smile.
Who will tell him I feel let down?
One day his destinations will end for want of pathmakers.
Then he will stay with me I am sure.
My shadow triumphs in his spring of youth
He doesn`t know about the unlaid tracks ahead.
Who will tell him then he may feel let down?
Very touching and insightful................me, shadow and light inseparable......one departs all vanish............Dinesh Ji well done...............
Light and shad(e) ow are inseparable entities! But a shadow has only a shadowy existence as it can survive with the light alone. When the light fades out, the shadow dies! ! Great write, Dinesh.
Shadow....our only constant companion, who stays with us through thick and thin........the last para is highly captivating One day his destinations will end for want of pathmakers. Then he will stay with me I am sure. My shadow triumphs in his spring of youth He doesn`t know about the unlaid tracks ahead.
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5/1/2024 7:59:22 AM # 1.0.0.1119
He doesn't know about the unlaid tracks ahead Shadow does not think of the future. How fortunate it is! Thank you for a nice poem.