A Walking Shadow... Poem by Vivek Kumar

Forest is gazing,
At that small hut...
What I am is,
An imagination, but...
Bounded, feared and stolen...
Hidden in shades of dark,
Little broken.....

I can feel..
Into the dense...
Walking someone,
No footprints but dark sense...
Shadow of death...
Came to me and said,
''It is your last breath''.....

My freedom...
What I have been waiting for...
Fading glimpses of mine,
Not a slave, no more...
Forest is sad,
Clouds are crying below,
But I am free, I am glad.....