My Shadow
Every day, Every time
a shadow walks besised me
calls my name in whisper
I look back and don’t pay attention
I always walk away
Sometimes he yells
He is not valiant
He runs after me
As if he is begging for something
I try to aviod him
But he copies me
I snub him so badly
But he stands behind me
I try to seize him one day
I stand infront of the mirror
in the splintered mirror
I find no one else
Except my reflection
only then I realized
the shadow I try to ged rid of
is myself alongside
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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