Shadows - a poem

SHADOWS

Shadows, shadows, big or small, I see them all around
Kissed by the morning sun, they come out all over the ground
We seek shade in some of these shadows from rain and sun
Clouds make them disappear; they come out with the sun
These clouds are reflections, dark, they stand still, walk or run
They grow longer and deeper, the sun moves down the sky
Aiming to reach the evening sun, these shadows merge in darkness
Blessed by the sun, they lived long or short, their day is over
Come another day, new shadows spring with joy in all directions
Taken for granted these shadows, I find in them our reflections
Blessed by the God like the rising sun, we live to see our day
At our evenings, God takes us with Him; some other sees a new day
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Thanks for your feedback

What i conveyed through the poem was that like the shadows that are created via the sun in all shapes and sizes, we are created by the God
When the sun sets, the day of the shadows ends into night and out comes fresh shadows the next day.
Similar is ours, when our life ends, its time for other to enjoy their life by the grace of God.

cheers
suresh

 

thanks for your wonderful feedback

cheers
suresh