My shadow always stays with me
I never walk alone,
I have a bit of life in me
who says that i am stone?
while musing over lost time
or writing rhymes,
I do not feel the time flying
My mind is always jam-packed
with loud and stormy scattered thoughts;
I always brought
the real Me in true colors i mostly wear,
writing- and but no way out
God knows better every fact
who dictates me verse I wonder
I am bound to write at once
or keep it safe in virgin mind
Goodness Gracious!
how can I be really able
to bear the burden of my thoughts!
So do you never worry for me
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I never walk alone!
Scattered thoughts captured here as are many poems the captured elements of scatterd thoughts, nice write.
no one is alone. always carrying shadow n thoughts.this poem radiate the inner feelings certainly a poet who always prefers solitary
while musing over lost time or writing rhymes, I do not feel the time flying That's exactly what we all feel! No wonder, we spend a lot of our time in poemhunter, musing our thoughts away! As the other poems of this series, a powerful write! !
Congrats Ma'am u have completed ur 100 poems...keep on sharing such wonders among us.. Congratulation
You play with words and make a pleasant harmony! ! ! The start just holds my whole attention and I enjoyed till the end. My shadow always stays with me I never walk alone, Truly an intriguing write! ! ! Well done :)
Your scattered thought are God imbued, and philosophical in nature. And God will let you know when your thoughts will be express, and when kept in virgin mind. Beautiful poem.
Our shadow is always with us, either the shadow within or the manifested shadow. Great write Shahzia.
Anotther penning of beautiful thoughts regarding self introspection and yes, no one is alone in this world. His/her dreams/ thoughts/shadows never leave one alone.. Lovely poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your scattered thoughts bear witness to your proximity to all and the luxury of solitude proclaimed is an impossibility for you with 100 poems being bloomed out of your groves of philosophy, erudition and imagination. Wonderful write, Shahzia,