The Shadow Poem by Laya Bajpai
The Shadow
As I stand there I feel a shadow walking out of me
Is it me or is it someone else in bright red lipstick?
I stare watching my shadow do her frolics
Is it me or someone else doing the antics?
Do I release myself through my shadow?
Or is it really another woman doing her show?
Thus thinking I walk on and as I'm about to hit a pole I come to my senses.
It is not my shadow, it is indeed someone else.
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5/3/2024 12:06:36 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Whatever it is, a ghost, figments of imagination playing tricks on you, phantom wandering, a shadow has no substance. I like the articulation and penning of the poem. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MZANSI AND THE BALLOT BOX.