Dancing shadows, softly giggling
Now stiff, now wriggling
Creations of the hand of fate
Stuck at the edge, the gate
Uncertain of being,
Servants of the dark
Liberated by light....
To oblivion
Again entrapped in the endless cycle
I wonder, when I see them,
The dancing shadows
How can they be so free?
When bound to a life
Seeing its joys, struggle, strife
Tearful, crying shadows
Silent – as the grave
2 comments:
Good use of a simile at the end - "Silent as a grave". The questions asked in this poem reveal a deeply philosophical and abstractly curious mind. Good work! Keep it up.
dukhi aatma
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