The shadow of me…

The shadow of me... short poem

In this endless journey,

In this endless pursue,

I thought – I was alone,

Until,

I found someone along with me,

Paused briefly – momentarily,

I looked back to see –

For I thought may be it’s thee,

But,

It wasn’t thee – just a shadow,

The shadow of me

In these endless nights,

In these endless dreams,

I saw the moon staring at me

As if it – were describing,

The lonesomeness of me

I said to the moon –

I ain’t lonely for I have my beloved with me

The moon laughed

For it wasn’t thee – just a shadow,

The shadow of me

In this endless cimmerian

Where,

Everything without you –

Seems to be an endless blind run

I am still moving ahead

Alone,

Keeping the promises taken by thee

In search of a bright tomorrow

Which you promised to be,

And at each moment –

Happy or sad,

I still turn back to share it with thee

But,

I never find thee –

Just, a shadow

The shadow of me.

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