My shadow is my distorted self
on a wide wall or a long road
under the eye of the day
or in the earth made light.
I do not want to be my shadow
like ghost on leaving the stage.
My skeletons better be a part
of this earth waiting for the soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An awesome poem and beautifully said the predicament of soul.