Wounded Shadow Poem by Gouri PaulSarkar
Wounded Shadow
Like a wounded shadow
I’m walking on right or on left
And backward or forward
However I’m in motion,
Sometimes in smell of silence
And in smell of light and dark
I am approaching and rushing,
I am fighting for place beyond my pace
I am struggling for a kiss
Like mad wave along the sandy
Shore of desire: I’m futile
But with sore heart I pass mile after mile,
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Good expressions of a wounded shadow in its struggle within. Keep writing dear. I suggest you read, My Shadow by Robert Louis Stevenson or someone else's poem. Good write.
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4/23/2024 9:02:14 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A good poem indeed, Gouri. Writing from the heart, not forcing but feeling and letting readers feel too.