It followed me everywhere,
Whereever light fell,
Like a faithful firend,
Never hurting me,
But silent, sometimes
Short, sometimes long,
Seldom of my own size,
I watched him
In different shapes,
Of face, body, arms, legs,
Like I couln't imagine,
Occassionally reminding me,
Of my childhood,
when I made images
Of rabbots, dogs, horses
With both hands and palm,
Can there be a life,
Without the sun, light or shadow.
Ravikan Arakkal
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