Satya Pattnaik

A shadow








A shadow
 Stepped out of me
A group of black balloons
Followed it
In the sands of time
Leaving carelessly
 The footprints
Sun brighten up above
Like a golden glass
Of an expensive city hub
Shadow was thirsty and hunger
Asked for the heat drops to quench
Sun soaked the shadow entire
Crashed the black balloons empire
Not with anger but with prayer
My body then longed for rebirth
Not with shadow but with
Heart and soul

After a death night dream

14.11.12 Wednesday .




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