I followed you all your life
With one swift move
My existence you denied.
Your every move is etched in my mind
Silences of your darkest hours
Speak volumes to me
And yet my advice never reaches your ears.
Neglected, battered, broken
Yet this bond of friendship
I have preserved
I no longer wish to follow you.
Leading is what interests me
For once let my shadow shine
Light the dark
Give black a life.
5 comments:
Nice. Perhaps, you might want to re -look at the title?
:)
Happy Diwali!
Beautiful as always!
Which of the two came first, the poem or the pic?
@ Amit: Any suggestions?
@ Azad: Chronologically, the photograph came first. But while posting, I wrote first and then began the hunt for the photograph from my stash. :-)
nice one!!
Good one...
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