My shadow

 

My shadow

Moves with me wherever I go,

Sometimes comes far, sometimes close,

Same looks, same body shape,

It is not punctuate sometimes early, sometimes late,

It’s sometimes long like a giraffe,

Or short like a turtle,

It is always black,

At the bottom of me, it would stand,

It appears only because of his friend,

Without which the shadow would get vanished,

S-H-A-D-O-W,

Comes on the beach as well as meadows,

Its friend is the sun,

Because of it the shadow forms and the shadow stands firm,

We can’t break it,

But when its friend is not there the shadow’s life is quit,

But again it appears,

And I become angry and fierce