My shadow and I
Play with each other
every morning
While pushing the baby walker
...
Was it love at first sight?
I know not.
A hurried meeting,
Iranian Cafes,
...
My Shadow & I
My shadow and I
Play with each other
every morning
While pushing the baby walker
or prancing about the place
I try to outpace him
But nay, I never can.
"You are too small"
That's what my shadow says.
We are so similar,
He lengthens, I grow
Even our color is the same
Yet we are so different
My shadow and I.
One evening, the old fellow laughed and said,
"we will soon be one again".
Startled, I stopped nodded
and hobbled across the street.
(This was written in April 1991 & was first published in Indian Express - Ahmd. edition in April 1992. The same has been uploaded on Poetry.com also.)