A Shadow's Cry Poem by Subrata Ray

A Shadow's Cry



The Cry Of the Shadow.

Alone alone in the ancient desert,
The step hangs in despair,
The thirsty beak is all weak,
Mirage mocks every where.

Water water -laments,
The drought-lapped tongue,
Oasis oasis -the cherished bliss,
The haggard bird sang.

The thin shadow with oblique sun,
Wishes to mitigate the crisis,
It prays Above to have a scope,
For a shower and an oasis.

Being ignorant of next to come
The shadow loitershere and there
And brags with empty certainty
Its Ego creates its own mire.

A phantom ghost or illusive witch
Rampant it goes and beguiles
And with thunder speech I, I, I it cries.
Snobbery, exploitation and will be well liked
In its gear without fear is ever hiked.

From shadows after shadows
The SHADOW germinates in Deadland
And knows not its original Stand.

Saturday, May 2, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: mystical philosophy
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Subrata Ray

Subrata Ray

Formerly East Pahistan
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