shadows are our own replica 
that's what they say.
it follows us everywhere
over the hills and freezing snow,
desert sand to gurgling river 's.
                            but are shadows  our true self ?
does it show is it the rustling silk or tattered rags?
does it show the heart pining for the dear one?
a tear brimming in the eyes when a dear one parts,
                    the sunken cheeks of a hungry poor child,
                   the miserable wrinkled face of an abandoned parent
                   the silent scream of a failed pupil trying to flee the taunt of others?
the soul of of rejected job aspirant  with worn out soles,
the pervert pleasures of rich donning million dollar diamonds
                in a poverty eradication charity show.
                              No-No  it does not   
The shadow fades away only when the  darkness and truth is too heavy to bear