Oh! Light! You bring all things to sight
Put life in them, colors so bright
Animate be inanimate
Create shadows close, dark, and light
I love all your reflected rays
That seems real to the naked eyes
But trust shadows- I can't oblige
For false they are, they change always…
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An excellent piece it is. We don't trust shadow, content of the poem is non-typical and interesting. Nice work it is.
Don't trust the shadows.............they 're like silver screen.You can see life on there, but they're not real! Short but complete.so i give a 10.
true you cannot trust the shadows because they will change..... excellent.
Just as this piece lingered to be savoured on my mind, so it lingered on my PC to the extent that it made it crash. :) t x
Wow, I love the language in this. It's pure magic. Brilliant writing. (smile)
yes..yes..they are on right..then they become midlle..then they are on the left..and they don't have colors too...lovely picture again
The shades of gray are suspect.....always live in the white light....10
ambivalency of inner fabric I see here shadows of which are flithing from here to there
Shadow and light, what an intricate game they play, always so close yet never together. Lovely poem, Kesav.10 in the light of day or in the shadow's that it casts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An optimist is a person who sees only the lights in the picture, whereas a pessimist sees only the shadows. An idealist, however, is one who sees the light and the shadows, but in addition sees something else: the possibility of changing the picture, of making the lights prevail over the shadows. Not trusting the shadows... How true to say they change shape every now and then... Wonderful subject in the poem. Thank you.