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!
and congratulation for completing 100 poems, this must me a special feeling for a poet and also congratulation for being on top on popular list of living poets on this site....
nice thought and talking with alter ego is wonderful.. my shadow is also walking with me..
Nice to keep developing scattered thoughts, which reflect the mind better than concentrated thoughts. Faithful shadow keeps company. Nice start and end.
You true feeling are described here. A sensitive person always experience this even when a poem is not being composed, thoughts move along scattered and at times composed into poems.
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,