The Shadow

The Shadow prose poem

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I give you a shoulder to cry on, endless night talks, lamentations & worries,
I have made your problems my burden, support both emotionally & physically,
These four walls have seen it all, love, worry, regret & the thief of my joy,
Yet I get to conceal my sorrow, holding onto a future so fake, so unreliable
Call me blind, unworthy of love, the thief of her happiness, you won’t be wrong,
But mind you! You know nothing of my pain, sacrifices, support & investment

To him, I’m just but a shadow, shadow of hidden love, stolen time, emotional & physical therapist,
In the eyes of the world, I’m unknown to him, a stranger, just another woman in the crowd,
He keeps distance, his nuclear clan can’t be near me, and I feel like a virus threatening to attack,
Call me stupid, a thief of her happiness, of his kids time, you won’t be wrong,
Only take time, see beyond this eyes of mine, a human being worthy of love

Every late night, my pillows bear it all, endless tears, cry so bitter & a thousand unanswered questions,
Why do I have to be a second option, this world defines relationships, love curses & taboos,
I’m just the shadow behind societal Dos; my sentence is to be stoned to death,
Who cares about him, he is a man, supreme, may be the law maker, he is untouchable,
Society considers our “relationship”, my mistake alone, a woman who is shameless, thief of home makers happiness,
Call me shameless, shame to the society, manner less, the shadow in the night, you won’t be wrong,
But take time and see beyond your eyes, our perception is made by what we see not what is the truth

In public, his talks on shadows, irritate my ear drum, my heart beats faster, fury takes the better of me,
Setting rules for me, and hiding behind them, committing the crime & I have to bear it all alone, what an insult!
Who cares about his mistake, breaking societal don’ts, nobody; even my kins turn their faces away from me, disgusting!
He sneaks to console me, he can’t be seen with me, yet I’m the source of his joys, what a weird society!
Call me stranger, heartless, shame to my family, you won’t be wrong,
Just be keen to note the lamentations of people like me and be a fair judge to the shadows.

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