Someone follows me <br />like the rays of a bright dawn <br />and I hear the footsteps so soft <br />as a whisper with no measured <br />rhythm of a melody <br />It roars like a wave and hides <br />behind the rocks of a sea shore <br />From horizon to endless shores <br />I searched in vain and from <br />a distant hill I find it as the shadows <br />of a past like a painting with colours <br />poured not in proportions <br />In one futile attempt, I tried <br />to run back from those shadows <br />but they refuse to go back <br />and follow me and try to blow <br />off my tiny lamp of dawn <br />and break the strings of my music, <br />Day and night I tried to hide <br />from the shades of those shadows <br />but it rises like a tidal wave <br />and recedes.... <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />May 9,2009<br /><br />Rema Prasanaa<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/perusal/
