Shadow
No more I toil to get out
Of the shadow
Which thickens
Every passing moment.
Strangely enough,
The urge to come out of it
Has given way
To a desire to languish in it.
I took forward to a
Splendid metamorphosis
Of the shadow
Like the one under
The great Peepal tree from where
A shaft of light divine
Enlightened the universe.
poem by Arkay Drk
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