Rising high feeling low
There no light, still its glow
Though it’s clear, although it’s a dark,
Running towards my shadow, and he is leaving far
Still I want to touch, I want to feel,
And it’s like chasing my greed
Whatever I am thinking, that is not true,
Do colors of a life have only black and blue?
My fear of truth is eating me;
My own act of expression is teasing me,
Mine words holds fear, and I am not speaking it
There’s no wish, and still I am chasing it,
It’s an effort that I have put;
A state of my mind speaks only truth,
It’s my Own Shadow, it’s my greed
Want to come out of it, want to be freed
Oh I found, a ray of hope……
One rope,
To climb up,
As I think,
It was a dream, as my eyes blinked
Yes it’s my own shadow, it's like a dream,
I don’t know why, I keep on chasing him.
I can’t be disguised now, can’t evade this thought,
No more I can see burning my own heart.
Although I am complete, even without it,
But question is this, what that thing is,
It’s a thought, should be fade away,
It is the only way, I will find my way
its a feeling that I have expressed,
Endlessly it will hurt,
if not been addressed
It’s my Own Shadow, it’s my greed
Want to come out of it, want to be freed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem, like it.