The Sinister Shadow

When I walk alone in the meadow,
The only company of me is my shadow.
So we talk to each other like a padow.
As he has many qualities to endow.
Without failure he has the power to follow.

When I make a ring of smoke by puffing a cigar
He does the same but consciously suppresses the fire.
His activities are nothing but on me a big blow,
He has a sinister design and to disendow
He is heavenly cursed and a ninja ghost
He is the dusky and the obscure most
Now I do not have a shadow of doubt
So immediately I kicked him out.
I am now frightened of my own shadow.
If he still manages to follow
No option left to me but to blaze or glow.

poem by Abdul Wahab
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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