The Shadow In The Corridor - Poem by Vinita Sahu
The shadow I saw in the corridor,
Was the lady I met a decade before,
Her silvery eyes cool as ever,
Whatever went wrong then forever?
Her beautiful face, charming manners,
Swept easily all gloomy banners,
Yet, what led her to perish and erase,
From the vibrant worldly phase?
Her stance in the lift,
When I last met on her night shift,
The confidence on it felt strongly set,
But the melancholic smile she portrayed,
While throwing a glance at me all said,
She was the fortress, challenged and dilapidated,
About to crumble and be devastated,
What was responsible, her fragile support,
Or her superficial tensile sport?
The fast track life,
Followed by it's natural strife,
The race to touch the finish line,
Heavy temptations, one's strong opine,
Aren't all entwined to invite decline?
Unless one sits determined,
To think and define, in the purest filter,
That's chaste and sublime.
Written by Vinita Sahu
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