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My shadow follows,
Me wherever I go.
It's my friend,
Staying with me
In woe and weal.
Shadow shapeless,
But like umbrella over my head.
Shadow won't ever leave me alone,
But When I die it goes with me.
Black O Black,
O my shadow!
I know you are with me,
If storm blows hard,
But your hand won't slip.
O my shadow!
You are my second visible soul,
I see you wherever I go.
You don't appear in darkness,
But appearing in light to walk behind me.
From beginning to end,
You sacrifice yourself to protect me.
O my shadow!
You are absolutely great,
That relationship you tied to me.
13/05/2008
Pushkar Bisht
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