I gently picked up the Shadow,
lying crumpled on the ground.
And found it to be mine,
shocked I rocked it in my arms.
My insubstantial faithful,
since birth till Lucifer called.
No ambulance came screaming,
or guardian of the law.
Hospitals cast their own sterile shadows
tired, battered though it was
mine not to be considered?
No undertaker, no wreath, a flower or two?
The burning ghat fires impotent.
No registration of Shadow deaths.
I felt the umbilical cord of my existence part.
I was utterly alone.
Perhaps it was all a Dream Shadow?
Or a Shadow Dream in blank verse?
one of the best symbolical poems ever read by me, SHADOW, , a very effective symbol of nullified reality, , or may be we are just walking shadows...'crumpled shadows'..the theme of death, , the theme of nothingness so graphically portrayed, , the images of ambulance, , hospital, , wreath, , the burning ghat[cemetery] go a long way in creating the atmosphere which is eerie and scary at the same time, , , we all are subject to 'shadow death' now-a-days, , , it is not a 'blank verse' it is wonderful poem written in free verse, , yes, , life is now a blank poetry, , , :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I enjoyed this a lot, creative and original poem