I am an amateur poet. By profession, I am a teacher. I love reading books from different cultures and genre but it's poetry that wins my heart always.
Silhouette Shadows lurkin' in the dark Mingling, dwindling, taking new forms As if like mist they've risen suddenly Clear, murky or grotesque figures Each shadow has its own story First there's a tall girl caressing her child Though it's a shadow, I can feel her smile It evanesces gradually to take a new form A toddler chuckling, chased by its mom Next I see the child grow tall And a labouring mother wrapped in a shawl. Here comes a man solacing an old lady A gesture of farewell; his flight is ready Hark! what sees eye now, is not clear Is it the mingling shadows, the mist or tears? Ah! it's a tombstone covered with flowers A shadow kneels down and cries for hours.
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