Shadows... Poem by lalitha iyer

black and bleak
are the shadowed streaks
the light is on the other side
you are but the neglected maid

keenly drawing
the map of the figure
kissing at paths
where light is hindering

shadowy suspicious things
shadows causing ecliptic beings
reflecting the time of the day
dancing to the tune of the ray

shadow follows objects
as death follows living sects
what an unhappy ending
dismally following the golden ring

yet, a theory of Science
where light cant open the solids
and peep into the interiors
or light is captivated by the beauty of inner airs.......?