Shadow

Walking with me, it moves along, Contorting with me, to me it belong. It’s tied to me as a chain, I know it’s with me, it would never wane. There lies poise between it and me, Grasping me, never allows to flee. Together we go, without any tiff, Casting my image, it stays stiff. It survives in bright, perishes when it’s dark, It does exist on a spark. Following always, it never goes astray, Stuck with me, can’t think of betray, it always stay. Gives me sense to be stronger, as I walk, I halt on the way, admire it, if it could talk. God knows, why it is made so conventional, Unceasingly it swings parallel. At a certain time, everything departs, saying farewell, Except for my shadow, the one will always dwell. It certainly is the symbol of faith and duty, It is the only companion, who has eternity. A dark image staying in me, Forever as one could see. As long as I will be, I desire to see, no ‘you’ and ‘me’, but a ‘we’.