Staring at light pole, being tranquil and calm
Silently I was praising its charm
All was seeming grandeur & bright
Only hopes & shines were there in the sight
Suddenly I turned around
There was my own shadow on the ground
It preached the basic canon of life, perhaps
Manifesting phases of life, arcane shapes
In spite of having light just behind
I couldn’t turn and was feeling hapless
Was cursing the martinet destiny, its hostility
But couldn’t accept my weakness, my insanity
In that very small and simple moment
I got some understandings, very relevant
Light and darkness are nothing but relative
Complimentary to each other, are both dull & creative
Looking at light, facing it from front
Is like looking at plight, to confront
Turning back to it means to evade, succumbing to an issue
Ironical, own shadow looks occult, timid, showing no clue
Facing the light means darkness is just behind
& confronting shadow instills hopes in the mind
It confirms the presence other aspect, vivid and bright
All needed is to turn around and embrace the light
