Shadow Poem by Ratnakar Rout

When the caste tears
The fabric of the nation
The preamble of the religion
Is written in the innocent blood
The shrines are built in bones
Flowers do not blossom quietly
Breeze do not blow gently
Spring never embraces the earth lovingly
The life gets devastated
The vagaries of nature play havoc
Seasons do not turn up in time
Lips forget to kiss fondly
The living is becoming severely painful
Like a tumultuous voyage
In a sinking submarine
Amidst all these chaos
One thing undoubtedly happens
The distrust grows among everyone
And the relationship is in shambles
Friends are deceitfully ditched often by friends
A pure mind is seldom seen around
The loneliness dominates the mind and soul
And in the solitude stranger faces become
More and more affable
And they are preferred to as better companions.
In such a situation, life moves on relying on shadows only.