Shadows In The Park Poem by Sumita Jetley

In the heart of a city, where the morning is new,
Arjun runs through the mist, beneath skies of blue.
A man of justice, gray at the brow,
His heart heavy with memories, but he jogs on somehow.

In the quiet of dawn, he catches her eye,
Maya with her sketches, beneath the soft sky.
Her strokes on the paper, swift and light,
Bringing color to a world wrapped in white.

Their words start as whispers, a nod, a hello,
But soon they speak of books, of art, of the soul.
He, the judge, with his rules and his lines,
She, the artist, free like the vines.

Yet shadows grew long from the past that he knew,
Her father's dark deeds cast a shadow on the dew.
But she was not him, she stood her own,
Her life was her canvas, her spirit, her throne.

Threats came like whispers, shadows in the dark,
But together they stood, unbroken in the park.
In the end, the past could not bind them tight,
They stepped from the shadows, into the light.

Now they walk hand in hand, no labels to bind,
Two souls intertwined by heart and by mind.
The park is their haven, the city their stage,
A new story begins on this empty page.