The Shadow ( Poem)

THE SHADOW:

The Sun sang a symphony, the shadow could not discern

It blazed, unscathed, by what might burn.

That which you ought not fathom, best left to fade away,

For truths beyond all knowing, no mortal tongue can say.

Broken and thwarted,

deluded and conned,

succumbed and oppressed

A destiny that preceded,

relentless to its own pursuits.

Chained under futile shackles,

desperate for miracles;

it sought for redemption

perhaps an exemption?

At last it found solace,

Twilight granted an embrace;

The shadow earned its place.

Un-precedented and Un-succumbed,

it began to merge in-

with the profound freedom

that surged in.

It looked back at the fading sun,

the shining star burned low-

through its failing eyes.

-R.Mahathi

(28.06.2025)

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