Gloomy Shadows

Gloomy Shadows

Gloomy Shadows

Gloomy shadows sprint across the canal

And I stand still watching them go by.

Tis like dreaming a dream banal

Taken aback of the event in the lay by.

Staring the tall building so high

Almost touching the endless sky.

Staring back at me as if tis alive

Telling me to go home To my own hive.

The sun's going to sleep now casting rare shadows

The birds resting in their nests near the meadows.

Some are Robins, Pigeons and some Sparrows,

Dare not leave their nests while the cold wind blows.

I came to visit the canal and a swimming duck,

Not expecting the sprinting shadows but what a luck.

Tis magic to my mind or the way I'm thinking,

I watch with awe as the dashing shadows go vanishing.

Bounteous Nature never ceases to give generously,

But takes absolutely nothing from us in return.

That's why tis called Mother so dearly,

Who cares for us all and has nothing to mourn.

Gloomy shadows still sprint across the canal,

And I'm still there watching them go by.

Mesmerised but I shall have to go now,

For the beautiful shadows are about to fly.

I still remember when I was a tiny little baby,

My mother would sing to me a sweet lullaby.

Likewise these mysterious shadows now tell me,

"Go to sleep my baby and please don't cry".

I sing now to Mother Nature with love and kindness,

To calm down and cast no more sprinting shadows.

To nurture all with care tis her greatness,

Twas a play of consciousness with mighty blows.

The skyscraper still stares at me in protest,

Sternly staring at me below.

But I must bow down, as I'm smaller and modest,

And I'm afraid tis time for me to go.

The poem on Sprinting Shadows is over,

I can't think of anything else to say.

So I remain now just a rover,

And I shall surely return some other day.

Lekhram.