Shadows

Bodies made of clay were long gone

While their shadows still walked on and on ...

Unmindful of their own non-existence

Shadows are innocent

Conditioned by persistence

To serve their lords in flesh

Who, forsaking the loyal shadows,

perished one after the other

As their shadows still walked on and on ...

Till they too, stupefied

Stopped to look at the shores of death

To realise that the waves had washed away the bodies

That the shadows had zealously guarded

Propelled by the inertia of life

That challenges death

And slowly sucks out every breath

From the mysterious bodies

That bought and thought of many an illusionary dream

And then suddenly collapsed

While the shadows kept chasing

The ones with whom

They had once walked ...