The red ball of fire,
Melted into the purple horizon,
And emerged from the skyline,
Somewhere overseas, on the other side.
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The lights went off in the blink of an eye,
I searched for the candles kept in the shelf,
Guided by the brightness of torch,
Of my phone's dark reflecting screen.
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I shivered with cold,
The snowflakes floated down,
And settled slowly on the heap of ice,
On soil sprinkled with the toppings of snow.
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The flame was quivering in front of me,
The whole room was covered with shadows,
Small and big, tall and short,
Of artistic shapes draped in black.
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The harmless shadows
Of the objects so sharp;
The blunt shadow of the knife so pointed,
Created on the wall contradicting its traits.
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The silent shadow of the noisy radio,
Doesn't see the filthiness of the broken radio;
Casted on the wall is the shadow,
Irrespective of the object being new or old.
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Blind to dirt, dust and negativity,
The shadow like a clay is fictile;
The projected shadow easily adjusts itself,
With varying angles and directions of light.
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Can I be like the shadow?
Adjusting myself in relation to those,
Varying angles of gloom and bloom in life,
Silent and blind to the flaws of people.
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Can I be like the shadow?
Sometimes growing taller,
Boosting my self confidence,
Overcoming my inner fear.
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Can I be like the shadow?
Sometimes growing shorter,
Curbing my arrogance and pride,
Not letting it to conquer myself.
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A/N : *Phew. It was a difficult topic... Required a lots of hard work to write something on it. Perhaps you might feel as if the word shadow is repeated toooo many times, but I felt the need to use that word again and again. If you have any suggestions to replace the word, please do suggest... Thanks for reading the poem!
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