Thursday, 15 August 2019

Poetry 2019 Longlist, MVS. Sathyanarayana


SHADOW

Who knows me well...better than me...from wee
to all? Shadow, shadow... my own shadow!
He's my Siamese sibling,  blinded glow
my inner shoreline's quay and resting lee.
The smudged mirror behind my closed window,
this darker twin; my secret mirth and throe,
my close alley and biting bel esprit.

He's timid I thought once, when he withdrew
behind my back at raising sight of Sun.
But at white-hot mid-noon erect he grew
along my side balking the scowling view
of Sun. He never left my nigh in fun
or woe, now there behind my ashes too.

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