Shadows

By Tanush Bhatnagar

Dark, shallow, fake, restricted

Making souls feel conflicted

This drastic tinted figure below

Is called a shadow

Dark as the night

It stalks us in bright

Dim? It disappears

Light? It feeds on our fears

Shallow as it scales the land

Changing its psyche

Often short while sometimes grand

Or anything we might like

Fake as a sand mirage

Captivating souls into

Falling for its illusion

Giving in for pointless salvation

In prison truly restricted

As they serve to our body addicted

Draining out our vitality steadily

Not even death can part us sadly

Wise men were dishonest

When they said “Shadows

Must be best companions”

After all they are yet

Just scavengers for us.

By Tanush Bhatnagar