Often I am haunted
By the reflection
Of a shrunken face
Of a substantial shadow,
That has gathered
An impervious thickness.
None can claim like me
To have measured
The dwarf-shadow,
Gaining an immeasurable height
As never seen before.
Even when, you are by my side,
I tip-toe to the left of the highway
And get drenched to the core
By the visible nothingness
Of a cluster of barren clouds.
I know why,
Of late I seem to feel ashamed
To ask for a reassurance from my mother,
Who on long frosty-nights
Takes an extra cup of tea
To keep her warm.
R.K Das
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-substantial-shadow/
